Last week I checked in with a guy who works at the mall about what it’s like dealing with the worst people on Earth day in and day out. This other guy I know has a similar-seeming job at a museum popular among tourists and school groups. Museums like his are pretty much the same thing as malls, with their roving bands of feral wolf-children, old people killing time before the end of the road and a lot of escalator drama, apparently. I figured it would be pretty much the same story. Turns out I was right. OR WAS I? (I was.)  Read the rest at Street Carnage

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