Kurt looked at the new reviews of the Egbert Museum with trepidation.
“The Egbert Museum of Art rains down humiliation upon its hometown. It is an abomination Dante couldn’t bring himself to write about.”
“Not a single parent would place a ‘work of art’ found in the Egbert on their refrigerators had their children been untalented enough to create them.”
“I’d thought The EMU (Egbert Museum of Ugh) would have been good for a laugh, but now I pine for the thirty minutes of my life I will never get back.”
Kurt shook his head, put his phone back in his pocket, and continued sweeping up dust. Did everyone who toured the museum review it? He could remember only three visitors, not counting Mrs. Nibbs or Mrs. Parks, who’d stopped by in the past few days. Apparently all three hated every minute
