I don’t need no stinking badges

My workplace has a table at Comic Con this weekend, but a limited number of badges.  I was supposed to text my colleague when I arrived and she was to come out and meet me to deliver the badge.  At each checkpoint, I looked around for her, and then proceeded to the next checkpoint. When I arrived at our table, she said “Oh! You’re here!” and I said “Yep.  Security sucks.”


Had a delightful meal with Kat and Bob, and as we left the restaurant, we spotted this ring of stone pillars.  We ultimately decided they must have surrounded a trash can at some point, for all the good they did to keep someone from moving it.