Today’s things are: museum, sneeze, romance
Its hard to conduct a romance in a museum what with all that dust at the most inopportune time you might well break out into a sneezing fit completely ruining the moment.
Its one of those occupational hazards, the sort of thing where the handler of all things ancient and precious has his fingers permanently in places that haven’t seen the light of day for often centuries.
Museums are like that full of places dark and secretive, ideal in lots of ways for organising liaisons of a romantic nature so long as you didn’t get spooked by finding yourself up against a two thousand-year-old mummy.
It happened to me once. I took Mira Shakles to the Museum of Yesteryear only to find Mira was physically aroused by the ancient tapestries featuring lovers at play such that she pushed me into a tapestry featuring a rather well endowed young man and a voluptuous young lady. A cloud of dust engulfed me and was accompanied by a sneezing attack like none I’d had before.
To say my sneezing was a real downer is an understatement.
I concluded, museums and romance really don’t mix.