Grand old' time at Aros

So here I am 6 pm sitting in the bus, having a blast, on my way to Aarhus to spend a jolly good time with the family. Wait. No, that is wrong. I'm not having a blast, as I sit in the fucking bus with an overweight bald man beside me, whom smells like a dead horse from his armpit stains. It is not going to be a fun freaking time with my family either, because we are going to Aros museum. I decide to occupy myself, for as interesting as it would be to gawp at my obese neighbor trying to find a chocolate chip, which he lost between his third and fourth chin, I would rather read my book. Silkworm by J.K. Rowling. What's that? Has she made other books than the ones about the traumatized nerd with a scar? Why yes she has, and it is as about as mediocre as it could get, so it is perfect for this trip. As the bus nears its final destination I close the book, and  quickly draws attention towards two girls conversation . One of them whines about how she got drunk one night, and "accidentally" kissed her crush's best friend, and now she is sad as her crush would probably not like her now. Meanwhile my eyes are driving faster than the bus right now, from rolling too much. As we stop, I cannot get out of this cattle house of boredom fast enough. I meet up with my ma and pa, and we eat dinner at this Italian place. The waiter serves me a resemblance to Ristorante deep freeze Pizza, with Heinz ketchup on. What, did you run out of fucking tomatoes? After that we go inside the monstrosity, that has fucking rainbow road from Mario Kart on top, known as Aros. I immediately notice that I am not the only one having a miserable day, as I gaze upon the hideous colossal being (no not the guy from the bus) that is ‘Boy’. As I stare into the melancholy giant's eyes, I start to realize how familiar it looks, maybe it portrays me, maybe it portrays this world, maybe I don't really give a shit and just wants to go home already, who knows. I decide to let parents be parents, and starts to wander around. Now let me tell you about all the wonderful things I see. I study some photographs of poultry, like woodpeckers, hummingbirds and peacocks. What is this, fucking discovery channel? I glance at a painting with vegetables like red onions, carrots, garlic, sweet potatoes. What is this, fucking Nature’s garden? It could at least include a picture of someone with Down's syndrome. I find photos of city signs. Like a sign that says Aarhus, Aalborg, Copenhagen and Silkeborg. Seriously?! I don’t even. Moving on. I walk upon a sculpture of a giant Clinique lipstick. It looks like a dick. Some pictures were made in memory of Anker Jørgensen. My first thought, who? And here we have a collection of hardware, like a dishwasher, microwave and a TV, using people like the machines. I hate modern art. Lastly there is a picture taken of a Snub Nose gun firing. What I wouldn’t give for it to be real, and just end this trip myself. But then I find myself, in the fine art section. And I am looking upon this painting called ‘Mercury slays Argus’, of the roman god mercury killing the giant Argus. And for the first time this day, I couldn’t come up with anything negative to say. I am mesmerized, and this day was suddenly not so bad at all.
And if you think this is too long, then too bad, because you read it anyway.