I normally never witness SC's in the wild even when I'm trying but I guess a zoo/amusement park would bring them out.
There is no escape!
The zoo was packed. You know, it's summertime.
So the lot was full, and they had staff directing cars to parallel park along the road that lead to the entrance. It meant you had a bit of a walk, maybe 5 minutes to get to the ticket booth. We've got no problem with this so we're getting out of the car and getting out stuff ready while a family of four two cars behind us is doing the same, and Loud Mom (LM) has a problem...
LM: THIS IS TERRIBLE! There's no way any of us are going to be able to get out of here!
*silence*
LM: THE CARS ARE TOO CLOSE! We won't be able to get out!
*silence* At this point we take a look, we have a good foot or two in front of our car, and a very generous four feet or so behind us, so we're cool and start walking up the road. LM still has an issue.
LM: THERE'S NOT ENOUGH ROOM!
LM was ignored by us, the car behind us, the car behind her, the staff who were directing the ever expanding line of car, and oh yeah, her family.
I guess she just gave up, because the family speed-walks past us up to the entrance. Kinda sucky that the staff didn't say anything to her, but really lady, tires can turn you know. Not a single car we saw on that road would have any trouble getting out, especially when you consider the odds of the cars around you leaving before you.
Missing the point
Why do you go to a zoo?
"Oh look! A painting!"
There's a Plush-crested Jay next to that painting, they're very pretty too.
"Honey, let me get a picture of you on the bench!"
That very normal bench is facing some lovely swans.
That's a...
- The Pot-Bellied Pigs at the zoo were very young and small. I have no idea what convinced you to tell your daughter that they were Wild Boars!
- Then there's a lady inside the deer feeding area who points something out for her kids. "Oh, look at those goats resting in the shade, they got the right idea!"
There is no escape!
The zoo was packed. You know, it's summertime.
So the lot was full, and they had staff directing cars to parallel park along the road that lead to the entrance. It meant you had a bit of a walk, maybe 5 minutes to get to the ticket booth. We've got no problem with this so we're getting out of the car and getting out stuff ready while a family of four two cars behind us is doing the same, and Loud Mom (LM) has a problem...
LM: THIS IS TERRIBLE! There's no way any of us are going to be able to get out of here!
*silence*
LM: THE CARS ARE TOO CLOSE! We won't be able to get out!
*silence* At this point we take a look, we have a good foot or two in front of our car, and a very generous four feet or so behind us, so we're cool and start walking up the road. LM still has an issue.
LM: THERE'S NOT ENOUGH ROOM!
LM was ignored by us, the car behind us, the car behind her, the staff who were directing the ever expanding line of car, and oh yeah, her family.
I guess she just gave up, because the family speed-walks past us up to the entrance. Kinda sucky that the staff didn't say anything to her, but really lady, tires can turn you know. Not a single car we saw on that road would have any trouble getting out, especially when you consider the odds of the cars around you leaving before you.
Missing the point
Why do you go to a zoo?
"Oh look! A painting!"
There's a Plush-crested Jay next to that painting, they're very pretty too.
"Honey, let me get a picture of you on the bench!"
That very normal bench is facing some lovely swans.
That's a...
- The Pot-Bellied Pigs at the zoo were very young and small. I have no idea what convinced you to tell your daughter that they were Wild Boars!
- Then there's a lady inside the deer feeding area who points something out for her kids. "Oh, look at those goats resting in the shade, they got the right idea!"

Right now my neighbor is completely convinced that the woodchuck that lives between our yards is a Fisher, now we DO have a fisher that passes into the area every month or two, but no matter how many pictures I show, she is absolutely convinced the friendly woodchuck is 11lbs of growling snarling dangerous Fisher. Of course in her mind our Fisher (the woodchuck) is friendly and doesn't listen when I say the real Fisher is back, keep your dog in at night. *sigh*


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