At the Museum our front-of-house lift is broken (yeah we only have one) and we're still running the big popular school holiday program, so I spent most of my shift yesterday shepherding people through to the back-of-house industrial lift that you could totally fit like ten coffins and a dinosaur in. It costs a bazillion dollars to run. I dunno why people like telling you what to do, though. Perhaps you have a submissive face. Now pick your favourite icon of mine, bitch!