In the Edinburgh Castle Royal Scots Dragoon Guards Regimental Museum:
- Beleaguered Nanny: Do you know why we come here to see this? (implying it’s to see his heritage)
- Child-who-should-be-slapped: Because you’re ANNOYING?!?
- Man, myself, and two old ladies: Hysterical laughter. Old ladies had to leave the room.
At a Scottish bistro:
- American customer: I’ll have a Coke and fries.
- Man and I (under our breaths): There’s a Burger King back near the train station.
At that same bistro, after the man and I expressed a liking for Ibn Bru, the server solemnly nods and declares we may stay in Scotland, but only if we also like Haggis.
In the Prisons of War exhibit at the Edinburgh Castle, the solitary confinement cells:
- Interactive exhibits of the cells that you could go into (they still smell like open pit toilets).
- Cheesy dioramas/re-creations of punished soldiers including bad mannequins to represent the soldiers blurbs about their offenses.
- One closed/locked cell door, with the only view through the peephole, into the modern supply closet. The most interesting/amusing part of the whole exhibit.
More on the Edinburgh Castle in a later post.
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