sad words that don't make sense
"So what do you want to see?" Kilroy asked once we'd paid.
"Everything, I guess," I said with a shrug.
He grinned. "You thought I wanted to just traipse through the whole place? Forget it, that's window shopping with a forty-pound pack on your back. The only way to tame a place like this is to pick four things to look at, max, and be out in an hour. No wonder you hate museums."
"I don't hate museums."
"Sure you do," he said with a smile. "They make your feet hurt, and you always end up feeling stupid."
(people aren't defined by what they do so much as they define what they do)
"Everything, I guess," I said with a shrug.
He grinned. "You thought I wanted to just traipse through the whole place? Forget it, that's window shopping with a forty-pound pack on your back. The only way to tame a place like this is to pick four things to look at, max, and be out in an hour. No wonder you hate museums."
"I don't hate museums."
"Sure you do," he said with a smile. "They make your feet hurt, and you always end up feeling stupid."
(people aren't defined by what they do so much as they define what they do)