I investigated and bought tickets online, since they charge for this exhibit. My main attraction here was going to see Shuttle Endeavour, though. It is there permanently (although housed currently in a temporary building), so I wasn't in much of a hurry.
To make a long sad story shorter(see TripAdvisor Reviews: "Crowd Control Failure"), I won't go into much detail here. You can read my review if you want to know the details. Endeavour was AWESOME to be adjacent to. I had seen it on TV and flying atop the 747 recently over California, but up close AND personal- IT IS HUGE! I am utterly amazed that it can be landed, never mind while UNPOWERED! I am anxious to visit again when the permanent display is in place and there will be catwalks around it at many levels, so that we can see inside.
The Cleopatra exhibit was (apparently) fantastic, but the whole Center suffered from negligent crowd control and obvious poor planning. The experience would be so much better had someone given thought to the process, or even asked for help from someone like Disney. Otherwise, impressive is the operable term for the CONTENT of the the displays, rather than the means for viewing them.
Unfortunately, I am finally starting to get used to being home- AND I have to return to work tomorrow...
"Character is how you treat those who can do nothing for you."
Contact Lens
The teenager lost a contact lens while playing basketball in his driveway. After a fruitless search, he told his mother the lens was nowhere to be found.
Undaunted, she went outside and in a few minutes, returned with the lens in her hand.
"How did you manage to find it, Mom?" the teenager asked.
"We weren't looking for the same thing," she replied.
"You were looking for a small piece of plastic. I was looking for $150."
Philosophy and Mathematics
Philosophy is a game with objectives and no rules.
Mathematics is a game with rules and no objectives.
No Sound Support
I recently purchased a new PC from one of the major computer manufacturers. I placed my order via the web but asked for them to call me for my credit card information.
So, after a couple days of phone tag, I got in touch with the saleswoman handling my account. I was thinking I'd just give her my credit card number and be on my way.
Almost.
Saleswoman: "Do you realize that the modem you've chosen doesn't have sound support?"
Customer: "What exactly does a 'modem with no sound support' mean?"
Saleswoman: "It means that if you go to a web page that has a movie or sound file, you won't be able to hear it."
Customer: "What does the modem have to do with that?"
Saleswoman: "Well, sir, the modem is what connects your computer to the Internet."
Customer: "So, you're telling me that this particular modem scans the TCP/IP packets passing through it for those belonging to any sound application and filters them out?"
Saleswoman: "Yes."
Customer: "How does it accomplish this feat?"
Saleswoman: "I'm not technical enough to answer that. Please hold."
I stayed on hold for five minutes and hung up.
Job Search Woes
Catherine, a RN, was unhappy with her job, so she submitted her resignation. She was sure she'd have no trouble finding a new position, because of the nursing shortage in her area.
She e-mailed cover letters to dozens of potential employers and attached her resume to each one. Two weeks later, Catherine was dismayed and bewildered that she had not received even one request for an interview.
Finally she received a message from a prospective employer that explained the reason she hadn't heard from anyone else.
It read: "Your resume was not attached as stated. I do, however, want to thank you for the vegetable lasagna recipe."
Putting Up With Jocks
The basketball coach stormed into the university president's office and demanded a raise right then and there.
"Please," protested the college President, "you already make more than the entire History department."
"Yeah, maybe so, but you don't know what I have to put up with," the coach blustered. "Look."
He went out into the hall and grabbed a jock who was jogging down the hallway. "Run over to my office and see if I'm there," he ordered.
Twenty minutes later the jock returned, sweaty and out of breath.
"You're not there, sir," he reported.
"Oh, I see what you mean," conceded the President, scratching his head. "I would have phoned."
