Every so often my family takes a field trip downtown. Yesterday my grandma, mom, and I went to the Art Institute of Chicago. As usual it was a great little visit.
One of the collections the Art Institute is known for is the Thorne Miniature Rooms. While we are there, there is a tour of the collection. They rarely have tours of the Miniatures so we make sure to take the tour.
We decide to take the elevator up to where the tour is meeting. The elevator is in a small stone alcove, almost hidden from the rest of the museum. As we wait, the pay phone rings.
We all look at the phone and then look at each other. I say "Should we answer it?"
My grandma takes the initiative and slowly walks up to the phone.
In my head I am running through all the different greetings she could say.
She picks up the phone and in a very casual manner says "This is the museum." For some reason I never expected her to say this. No "hello," no "Who's this," or other typical greeting.
This time specifying the museum she says "This is the Art Institute."
At this point she turns towards the phone and hangs it back up.
"They hung up."
6 years ago
