Ok, so third post for today! I'm wearing in the shoes of the blog you could say :) I must say, the outside of the shop was the best part of the gift shop. And what's funny is that most of it, it seems like their quite serious about it. The Watering Hole was cute and was my favorite to take pictures of George in front of. We also had fun playing on their outdoor piano, which definitely did NOT have piano strings inside! What it did have inside, I couldn't tell you, but when keys played I imagined a little fuzzy puff ball creatures having a blast and playing their own orchestra, making different parts of their band play on whim when you hit a key.
To the right of the watering hole were two doors with a pick wooden duck on one, a blue one on the other, and a sign that said "SHOWERS ... $4.00 for 7 1/2 minutes ... Open Daily 9ish til 6ish ...get a key and token inside." I loved the fact that they were serious about it all. It really was a breath of fresh air.
Now, inside the shop, I wasn't too thrilled because I learned a lesson, but otherwise it was quite nice. There were trinkets of all sorts, fur hats, T-shirts, jewlry, candy, an real big man Ax in the corner with other guy stuff, cards, candy, vintage clothing, children's toys, and more mixed in. It really was cool! But... then I saw bubbles, and it all went downhill from there... T-T
$3.50 for a small bottle of bubbles and then I raise an eyebrow and set it back thinking, "Yeah right, $3.50? I can get a large can of it for a dollar, you got to be kidding me." Then, curiosity peeked my mind (curiosity killed the cat btw) and I picked it back up to have a better look, thinking "Why is this $3.50? It's just a markup for a tourist store right?" It Said, "Soap Bubbles" on the cover, not impressive, and continued to look to read, rolling it over, "AMAZING BUBBLES.... These bubbles are "The Best Bubbles in the World". They are extremely colorful, long-lasting, hardy bubbles. When they pop, they make a magic "snapping" sound. Bubble lovers will surely go ape over these very special bubbles." I looked on the cover on it, and sure enough, the old fashioned girl and boy were blowing solid colored bubbles! These were magic bubbles! In a minute you'll see how naive I am... That was it, I was sold! So THAT'S why they're $3.50! I purchase them all eager, George was too! We went out in the desert air, sat on the creaky wooden steps and I eagerly took the lid off, but the protective inner layer only pealed a half layer off and was covered in salty residue or something. As I made a grows face at the corroded protective laying and thinking that it must of been sitting on that shelf for quite some time, the wind picked up kicking up dust and a newspaper that I passed by sitting on the wood planks smacked me dead in the back (I felt that humiliated feeling when the kids say, "if your hand is as big as your face, you have cancer!" and you do it, and they slap your hand into your own face) I shook off the humiliated feeling, because, who should feel humiliated because you were assaulted by the wind?, and took out a flimsy bubble blower out, drew in a breath excitedly, getting George ready to see, and BLEW! Three week little bubbles popped out, clear color as the day, and popped silently within seconds in the desert wind. George turned away unimpressed, and disbelief and shock shrouded my face.
If I've learned anything on this trip it's, #1 if you don't keep track of what you're spending at a fast food place, you'll spend way more than what you thought it would be and, #2, the "truth" written on packages are not enforced by the government. They shouldn't be to begin with, but to be taken in by them without proof you're a fool. The government shouldn't have to take care of the naive. Well, I'm growing as an adult. It's just a shame I'm becoming a knowledgeable adult while I'm already a mother!!! Well, life lessons.
To the right of the watering hole were two doors with a pick wooden duck on one, a blue one on the other, and a sign that said "SHOWERS ... $4.00 for 7 1/2 minutes ... Open Daily 9ish til 6ish ...get a key and token inside." I loved the fact that they were serious about it all. It really was a breath of fresh air.
Now, inside the shop, I wasn't too thrilled because I learned a lesson, but otherwise it was quite nice. There were trinkets of all sorts, fur hats, T-shirts, jewlry, candy, an real big man Ax in the corner with other guy stuff, cards, candy, vintage clothing, children's toys, and more mixed in. It really was cool! But... then I saw bubbles, and it all went downhill from there... T-T
$3.50 for a small bottle of bubbles and then I raise an eyebrow and set it back thinking, "Yeah right, $3.50? I can get a large can of it for a dollar, you got to be kidding me." Then, curiosity peeked my mind (curiosity killed the cat btw) and I picked it back up to have a better look, thinking "Why is this $3.50? It's just a markup for a tourist store right?" It Said, "Soap Bubbles" on the cover, not impressive, and continued to look to read, rolling it over, "AMAZING BUBBLES.... These bubbles are "The Best Bubbles in the World". They are extremely colorful, long-lasting, hardy bubbles. When they pop, they make a magic "snapping" sound. Bubble lovers will surely go ape over these very special bubbles." I looked on the cover on it, and sure enough, the old fashioned girl and boy were blowing solid colored bubbles! These were magic bubbles! In a minute you'll see how naive I am... That was it, I was sold! So THAT'S why they're $3.50! I purchase them all eager, George was too! We went out in the desert air, sat on the creaky wooden steps and I eagerly took the lid off, but the protective inner layer only pealed a half layer off and was covered in salty residue or something. As I made a grows face at the corroded protective laying and thinking that it must of been sitting on that shelf for quite some time, the wind picked up kicking up dust and a newspaper that I passed by sitting on the wood planks smacked me dead in the back (I felt that humiliated feeling when the kids say, "if your hand is as big as your face, you have cancer!" and you do it, and they slap your hand into your own face) I shook off the humiliated feeling, because, who should feel humiliated because you were assaulted by the wind?, and took out a flimsy bubble blower out, drew in a breath excitedly, getting George ready to see, and BLEW! Three week little bubbles popped out, clear color as the day, and popped silently within seconds in the desert wind. George turned away unimpressed, and disbelief and shock shrouded my face.
If I've learned anything on this trip it's, #1 if you don't keep track of what you're spending at a fast food place, you'll spend way more than what you thought it would be and, #2, the "truth" written on packages are not enforced by the government. They shouldn't be to begin with, but to be taken in by them without proof you're a fool. The government shouldn't have to take care of the naive. Well, I'm growing as an adult. It's just a shame I'm becoming a knowledgeable adult while I'm already a mother!!! Well, life lessons.