At the exit the visitors would find a souvenir-shop, where they could purchase stereopticon slides, picture-postcards, and cans of "Top Gourmet Grade" souvenir luncheon meat, known to include fingers and other body parts from incautious workmen.
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Who invented the whole "exit through the gift shop" dynamic of touring terribly boring business places (and, I guess, non-boring places too, if I must acknowledge that some people think "museums" aren't boring)?
"Top Gourmet Grade"
Do the fingers and other body parts make this souvenir top grade? Are the batches of meat involved in horrific accidents which maim workers set aside to be sold in the gift shop?! I suppose that's better than just shifting it all out into the open market. Although, I suspect, that's not the case. I suspect, being quite the amateur Sherlock Holmes, that the case is hundreds if not thousands of people in the 1800s were inadvertent cannibals. Fuck it. Why am I leaving the 20th Century out of that?! Every single person who has ever eaten a can of Hormel's Chile con Carne is probably an inadvertent cannibal.
"incautious workmen"
This is Top Gourmet Grade victim blaming! "Incautious" really means "forced to work long hours in low light and unsafe working conditions." Lazy daydreaming twats!
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