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No touchy! Just looky!

Owing to my very poor eyesight and love of acute inspection, I threw the guards at the SAM into high stealth mode. In the background, I could here their twirping into their headpieces and I knew something was awry. I mean, it wasn't as if I couldn't see their black-clad se;ves all in an uproar as they tripped over themselves attempting inconspicuous observation. It wasn't until I had my eyeballs an inch from the Ex Lax Here at the Drug Store painting that the troops discended though.

"Ma'am, please step away from the Ex Lax. It's just... I can tell you aren't actually touching things, but the camera room cannot tell that you aren't actually putting you mouth and the art, Ma'am. You have the camera room in a frenzy!"

Like they couldn't have stopped me in the Colonial room when I was looking at swords or something equally cool but innocuous. They had to wait until I was nose deep in laxative and Old Gold.

6:29 am - 01.26.04
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