He has a lot of life stuff to manage today, so I thought he might not get around to telling us about it; the food court at that zoo was and is Kafkaesque. We live right by there, I could have told him to bring lunchables or just to have one of his boys catch and eat a seagull. You don't "purchase food" at this place so much as you "perform a ritual designed to tantalize, subsequently attract, but ultimately fail to bind the gods of chaos." There is something about it that impresses upon one that all of human endeavor is essentially a half-dug grave.
