After Christmas we went to Sea World in San Diego, home of Shameau . . . Shamoo . . . Shamu . . . trained killer whales. One of the first attractions you encounter there is at an attraction called “Humans Standing in Line for Tickets.” We were standing in a line, and I sensed that the line next to us was moving. It was glacial speed, but there was movement. Then, after many minutes I realized that we were standing in one of two lines going to one ticket booth. And our line had people with infants in strollers, and these adults were paying attention to their infants (infants who couldn’t care less about trained killer whales), so naturally these adults were 1) oblivious to the fact that the other line was the only one moving and 2) blocking our view of the ticket booth situation. We eventually got tickets and went in.
We had a good time. We paid lots of money for Italian food for lunch, but after a week of places like McDonalds, it was worth every penny. I recommend the place.
We saw the killer whales, and I have two questions: 1) How do you stand on a killer whale’s nose without slipping off? 2) Why would you stand on a killer whale’s nose and not jump off . . . immediately? Sea World made me appreciate my own job.