Between tram tours at the air museum, I sneak into a mostly-empty storeroom behind one of the exhibit galleries. It’s quiet and out of the way, a perfect place for a break. I thought I was the only one who knew about it.
For at least the last two years, these two boxes have been sitting against one of the walls. One with Spanish labeling, one with English. When I sat down in the storeroom yesterday, this is what I saw:
I guess the storeroom isn’t that big a secret after all. Someone else knows about it, and whoever it is turned the one box around so that the English-language side faces outward. I’m gonna guess it’s a Trumpkin.
Just to show I’m above such small-minded shit, I turned the box back around. If it happens again, I’ll turn ’em both Spanish-side out. ¡Esto es la guerra!
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