For a while, I got to sit near the door and catch those juveniles trying to sneak into the closed half of the museum. “I’m so sorry,” I would say sweetly as if a giant black pillow with an orange vest can be sweet, “The owners don’t want the crowds near their cars.” Part of the truth was that we didn’t have enough docents to keep inquisitive visitors off the cars. Probably not enough money for extra insurance fees too.
Ruling us all was the kind hand of Captain Poolie, Museum Director Extraordinaire, purveyor of sandwiches and cookies for the orange vested, and deft political hand.
Then for a while I got to push the clicker. Next to the front door. I dressed just like I used to when working the Employee Gate….socks, socks, silkies, pants, shirt, vest, coat, gloves, muffler, and hat. Wow. What fun….until I discovered I was clicking folks twice. Was I supposed to do this nefarious act? Almost five thousand folks came into the museum many hoping to see the cars in the closed off half. I had to confess to the Captain that I’d been clicking on folks no matter how many times they came in and out the doors.
Heading home out through the carnival in front of our doors, Taking The Geezers Fellow docent home as his eyesight is fading, we caught a glimpse of this electronic, pulsating, fairyland of lights, a gift from the homeowner to all of us for the holidays.