You'd love the Ontario Science Centre. I took my ex there a couple of years ago, when he came up for a visit. It took us about two hours to get through the corridor from the entrance to the main hall, because they had rock samples dated all the way back to a few billion years ago along the wall. They're bolted down, but there's nothing covering them, and you're actually supposed to touch them. I think he touched every single one, because he was just blown away by the idea of being allowed to touch things. (Pretty much every exhibit in the place is interactive. I think the only thing they don't let you touch is the liquid nitrogen in the chemistry demonstration, because someone would probably hit their hand against the wall, lose a few fingers when they shattered, and sue.) We didn't even get to see the whole place - it took so long to get through that hallway that they were closing by the time we got through the forensics exhibit. Oops. On the main topic... occasionally, if I realize that I've been given the wrong amount of change when I'm buying lunch (as in, they've given me too much), I don't correct them. I figure they owe me a few quarters back here and there as punishment for not listening. When they ask if I want my sub toasted, and I say "no", that doesn't mean "put it in the toaster anyway." And when they ask me if I want it "for here or to go," and I say "for here," and I've already put my drink down on a tray, that doesn't mean wrap it up in a takeout bag. And at Wendy's or Popeye's, giving the combo number, specifying Coke to drink, and saying "for here" should be sufficient. I shouldn't have to place my order as: "Small combo #4, with a Coke, for here. Coke. For here. #4. For here. Coke." (I'm not exaggerating. The local Wendy's only has one employee who gets it right every time. Popeye's doesn't even have that.) I figure the extra 15 cents they gave me in my change is compensation for wasting my time.
Yep, I do this, too. I'm a very tactile person, and to be honest I often forget I'm not supposed to touch stuff. Taprestry, fabrics and needlework are my main downfalls (though dinosaur bones are also cool beyond words). I'm a crafter myself and touch fabrics and material by instinct, and have been reprimanded several times in various museums for doing so.
How do you do that? Here, you have to tear open a plastic package to do it, so it would be pretty obvious and probably raise questions at the checkout. I guess you could say "I was just trying them on first," though.
They are usually in packets you can open, with just a plastic snap. So I just open it and pull out all the plain ones and stick them in another packet. It serves them right for expecting people to like beige.
Sadly, I'm just a mild mannered civil engineer. Other people get to do all the fun stuff like excavating, pumping, drilling, and blasting. We make up for it by coming up with the most perverse terms for stuff. Where else besides the porno industry do you have terms like blow counts, hardness, and butt fusion where nobody looks twice and they actually have scientific meaning.
Once I knew someone was going to be complaining to the council about something I considered stupid so I told him it was an "old woman's issue" because I knew that would really bother him and he would drop it. And he did.
Where are you from? I don't recall seeing packets of undies in a bag that snaps shut, except for perhaps novelty or speciality boxers.
The only unfortunate thing about that is that it won't feel like the real thing. It's been worn smooth by hand oils to make an entirely new feeling. The same is true in many caves. I'm fine with people touching space rocks. You can always get more space rocks. Dinosaur bones are a bit more concerning since there is technically a finite number.
THIS IS MY UNDERWEAR: http://shop.target.com.au/p/5-pack-of-paisley-print-bikini-briefs/P51316662 The horrid stripes must be removed and replaced with more purple. The bags are either snap or stickied down and can be opened and resealed.
Janeway's underwear is much nicer than mine. Next time I'm at the shops I will take a photo of the packets sealing mechanism.
OMG at the Lysol, "uses". Once while walking with my son to the corner store, we spied a roll of bills on the pavement sort of in the path taken by a guy fishing his keys from his pocket. We didn't call out to him. There was $45 there.