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Reader Tales From the City
I’m sitting at the information desk one afternoon at the American Museum of Natural History. A woman, with a heavy accent, approaches to ask a question.
“Where’s the sea lion?” she asks.
“In the Hall of Ocean Life,” I respond.
She gives me a perplexed look, then tries again.
“Where’s the sea lion?”
I try to give her a little more help. “In the Hall of Ocean Life. Go to the lower level of the Hall, turn left, and you will see two sea lions behind a pane of glass.”
Still perplexed, and now impatient, she tries one more time:
“No. Choo-choo. The C line.”
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