It should come as no surprise that Dallas, notorious for its conservative bent and compulsive desire to kill presidents, really didn't care for my crayons.
Arturo, Buster, and I were there for the Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at the Dallas Museum of Art. Two cashiers at two separate museum gift shops were noticeably apprehensive toward my crayon signature.
The first woman did so without words by swishing a pen back and forth to block the crayon. I paused, smiled, and accepted the pen from her. then I calmly placed it on the counter and resumed my crayon signature.
The second encounter went like this...
Guy in standard-issue museum black outfit (GSIMBO): You can't sign in crayon.
ME: Actually, it's perfectly legal.
GSIMBO: No, you have to sign this in pen.
ME: I can't.
GSIMBO: Yes, you have to.
ME: No, I cannot.
GSIMBO: Why?
(Finally!)
ME: I took an oath to only write in crayon.
GSIMBO: Peeved, gives up and writes the words "on file" under my signature.
ME: ???
I guess it's my fault for expecting more creative tolerance from an actual museum.
Oh! And in your face, snarky "NO PICTURES IN THE EXHIBIT" guy!
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