. . . . in which i am another three dimensional victorian labyrinth, harrodsish, with sharon, here to see some kind of miniature show in a little nook that is elaborately ornamented, sharon is slightly in front of me and when it is time to shuffle in two men sweep in from the side and forcefully push them out of the way, i remain passive but when the presenter objects i feel unexpectedly empowered to take control of the situation, i demand that they leave immediately, and when they refuse i escort them forcefully out myself, i stop on the way to speak to a staff member asking for security to take it from here but they inform me that they don’t do that, so i keep going . . . by the time i am outside i realize that one of the men is now a woman, or maybe always was, or i got the wrong person . . . .
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