Back on April 16th 2008, Marina's high school Spanish class took a field trip to the Philly Art Museum to see the Frida Kahlo exhibit. This was during those blissful two years where I was unemployeed and therefore was able to tag along and help out. The kids were well behaved-ish and seemed to have a great time. Especially buying pretend mustaches in the gift shop and trying them out for photos and posing in front of the Rocky Balboa statue. Aside from being blown away by how massive The Two Fridas was, the only things I really remember from that day was when a group of the girls needed to use the loo before we were allowed to enter. I guess it was timed admittance since we were a school group. Always in need of a peepod break, I led the girls up the steps to the front entrance and explained to the guard that we just need to pop in and use the ladies room and then would go right back out to our group. He gave me some shit about not letting us in until it was our allotted time and I suddenly went in to full-on Mom-mode. When I don't get my way, I tend to walk off in a huff and stew. This time I was indignant and was not going to take no for an answer. I said something to the affect of "Well, these young ladies need to use the bathroom and we are going to do just that whether you like it or not." Then I led them to the restrooms and felt a sense of amazement that I didn't back down. Even the girls were impressed, and that is no small feat. But, I mean, honestly, who refuses children access to a toilet? Ridiculous. Oh and I remember that the foot prints for Rocky at the top of the Art Museum steps were wrong. If it was a real imprint of a shoe, then the word Converse and the shoe size would be reversed, but they weren't. It annoyed me so I stood on them and took a pic of my feet on top.
(The only girl I remember is the one in green and white up front - her name was Brittany or maybe Brianna and she worked at Lena's Water Ice for a bit.)
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