Zoo

Another Wednesday has come and gone and I haven't visited the Bronx Zoo. I go on Wednesday because you choose what you pay. I missed last year altogether and feel guilty. We have to support our zoos. Intellectuals handle museums, we salt of the earth types must visit our animals.
I notice some of the animals don't seem too thrilled. In fact, they purposely hide. What good is it to harbor grizzlies and snow leopards if we can't see them? The ape house is always full of spectators waiting for two apes to go at it. Of course that never happens. They just slop around looking moody, pushing away their children. Sort of like most dads on weekends.
The Bronx Zoo is huge, separated into geographical compartments. Asia, Africa, South America. Camden, New Jersey. Everybody loves the trained seals. I personally am sick of seals and the stupid noises they make when some comely lady trainer holds up a fish. At least walruses have some dignity. Then there is the building housing animals who can't stand sunlight. Naturally it's so dark in there you can't see a damn thing and keep bumping into strangers who are sweating and smelly.
At the entrance to the food court there is a camel used for photos. I don't think anyone is allowed to ride the beast. I wonder if it's the same camel every year. Does it spit at hedge fund managers?
The lion never moves, just sits there on a hill facing away from everyone, oblivious. Too bored to chase zebra who is too bored to run. Maybe if someone held up a dead fish.