So there’s this really pretty girl in my cast. And I mean really pretty in a good way that sometimes draws strange attention. Like the time she was in a grocery store and a random guy decided to hit on her with an opening line along the lines of, “I’m a dinosaur CEO.”
I’m sorry, what?
So she talked to him, and afterward he asked her to come to his van to pick up some dinosaur tickets, which obviously she didn’t do alone with the stranger since she’s a reasonable thinking human being. But in the end she had a handful of tickets to the Dinosaur Expo.
It was going to be a between-shows venture, so it only ended up being my husband and myself driving forty minutes to see the Dinasours. We had looked at the website, and it looked so amazing! There were tons of dinosaurs, and it seemed to neat!
Until we pulled up at the BFE convention center. With the forty cars in the parking lot. Then the no refunds given was the next big giveaway. But we had free tickets, so in we went.
…the saddest thing I’ve seen in a long, long while. There were dinosaurs with saddles that kids could ride, but the dinosaurs were in sad little pens, waddling awkwardly in place, looking as sad as any animatronics I’ve ever seen.
It was all in one murdery-looking cement room with folded up bleachers next to the walls.
After thirty, no I’m being too generous, twelve minutes, I couldn’t handle the fake meteor sounds anymore, and we ran away.
But there are two very important lessons I learned: a Dinosaur CEO should never be trusted, and no one does it like Jurassic Park.