Okay, so I got back from DC early yesterday morning.  It was a good trip that involved eating snails and squid, as well as many vegetables and rice.  Also, I got to ride in a wheelchair.  But, as I am much more of a ranter than anything else, I will now rant:

While at the Holocaust Museum, we (being my 3 friends and myself) became acquainted with a large group of teenagers and pre-teens who had come as a group.  These kids went throughout the entire museum being loud and obnoxious, talking and laughing and whatnot.  At every floor they came to, someone inevitably cried, "Another one?!?" as if it was such an inconvenience to them that, I don't know, 6 million people were ruthlessly slaughtered.  I'm sorry the Jews couldn't hold out so that these children's lives wouldn't have been so horribly destroyed.

Seriously, though...laughter?  I can understand solemnity, perhaps sadness and tears, but laughter in the Holocaust Museum?

So I had my revenge.  As I said before, I was in a wheelchair.  Whenever I heard them coming up behind me on the last two floors of the thing, I would sit still in the middle of the hallway, then, as they passed by very close to me (so I would know that they were having to move around me), I turned very quickly and hit them hard in the shins with the metal footrests; since I was in the wheelchair, they had to apologize for it.  So I did that three times and felt a little bit better about myself.


Anyway, it was a good trip, and I'm still recovering.  Ciao.