I am reminded of this when we went to Ocean Park today for a section annual meeting. After the meeting where the year was capped off and I got ecstatic that I have once again triumphed in my goal of minimum requirement, we went to see the attractions. We fell in line for the penguins. Uni-Horned Beef Jerky Alanis Whore loves penguins, and I love Batman's villain The Penguin, so the half-hour line should be worth it. After watching the cute penguins dive and swim and stuff we fell in line yet again for the snow room. Truly there would be penguins gallivanting and jumping around and all golly-gee. Wearing our jackets we excitedly went to the snow room. It was cold and... it was cold. There were no penguins. But there were benches. And a few steps to the right we saw a door that said: Exit. We exited. Attraction over.
All together now: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT????!!!!
Except, only we were screaming that. Families and crap were sitting on the benches and playing in the huge ref and taking pictures and gallivanting frolicking traipsing fun fun fun and stuff. Which incurred a second round of an even louder: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?????!