After the film I went into the gift store again and almost bought this Japanese print that Sue and I have considered before. I noticed that it was from the MFA, so I thought I'd check out the real deal.
So, when I was entering the galleries, who was checking passes but that the same security guard who I blogged about, who called me, Pal, pointy little goatee and all that...
So, I hand him my card and he tries to scan it, and it doesn't work. He tries again and again and again...and I'm starting to get a little nervous, wondering if he'd recognize me, and finally, in his same old jovial way, said, I quote: "Your card's no good. Go to member services and tell them."
The guy is just a crank and doesn't have a clue about how to deal with people and the MFA puts him front and center.
I'm starting to actually kind of like this guy...
Maybe next time I go I'll bring him a box of chocolates...mixed nuts....
Or maybe it's just that I like images from the Wizard of Oz and he gives me a reason to take screen shots of them.
