Abrasive Man

So whenever kids hand in their Junior Ranger booklets (in order to get sworn in and to receive their badges), I always ask them who their favorite president on Mt. Rushmore is.  The usual response is "George Washington," but yesterday I got two answers that especially stood out:

"Who is your favorite president on Mt. Rushmore?"

"Abe Lincoln."

"Why is Abe Lincoln your favorite?"

"Because he was assassinated."

"Who is your favorite president on Mt. Rushmore?"

"The mountain."

Today, two friends--Natalie Blum & Danielle Bluford--stopped by Mt. Rushmore somewhat unexpectedly to visit me!! We went out to dinner in Keystone to this restaurant called "Ruby's;" this restaurant either used to be a whorehouse or still is a whorehouse... I can't tell... the waitresses still dress like whores. We all ordered BUFFALO STEW, as well. When in Rome (aka the West), right?!  By the way, Buffalo Stew is amazing.

Andrew, Me, Danielle, & Natalie

Last and definitely least, I was having a great conversation with Natalie and Danielle who came to visit me in the information center tonight, when all of a sudden, this ridiculously large, abrasive, obnoxious man interrupted us and started to scream at me because he had to pay $11 to park at Mt. Rushmore... and I mean scream.  He was shouting and flailing his arms and swearing and spitting and saying that he is a veteran and deserves better... I called the dispatch office, which sent two law enforcement park rangers within 30 seconds; they protected me from the scary, evil veteran, and we all lived happily ever after--except for the evil man, who will forever remain bitter and abrasive. The end.