The Museum

The merciless sun beats down in mid-August, what should I do? (Yeah, this post is a little late. But think of it as a preview for this coming summer). Normally, I might go to a mall or a local Starbucks during the hellish heat of summer. There I can enjoy someone else's air-conditioning in a clean, relaxing atmosphere, all at a low, low price of free. In this city, it's hard to find such places. But there is one that I've found that I love. It is the museum.

The museum is awesome. It's so quiet and clean. I contemplated moving me and the Boss into the museum. It'd be something like the Mixed-up Files of Mrs Basil E Frankweiler; we'd hide in the bathroom, and then drink the super clean water and sleep on the ancient beds on display. 

But wait… what's this? It looks like a picture of a mighty warrior, getting ready for battle. And is that what I think it is on his head? A Mullet!? (Out of respect for this awesome hairstyle, I will capitalize it). This is where the culture of the museum really shines. I can think of all the derogatory things that people say about the Mullet, little do they know that the Mullet transcends culture. It is the hairstyle of choice for warriors all over the world. See how his visage (I have no idea who this guy is) casts fear in your heart and as your eyes trail to his long flowing mane you are reminded of a flaming ball of fire. Totally sweet.

If you ever come and visit, I'll be sure to take you to this free, clean, cool place where Mullets aren't just respected, they are glorified.