Tourists Say The Gayest Things

So I'm walking back from lunch today, trapped behind a trio of typecasted twits, outsiders from the other coast most likely, when the tiniest of the three yanks her barely-present mother towards Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum, begging to go inside for a peek. Mother turns flamboyantly, lowers her oversized sunglasses in what could only be a perfectly choreographed maneuver, and without the slightest bit of hesitation declares, "if you want to see dead people made of plastic you can visit grandma in L.A."

Oh no she didn't! Yes, yes she did.