PROBLEM 0022: Anxiety and the Museum; or, Please Don’t Feed the Art

I’ll be the first to admit — as I’m the only one that can — that upon entering a museum I quickly think (after coat/bag check and several awkward nods at a security guard), “OK, what next?” This is followed quickly by, “I wish I still had my bag” or “I should have smoked before coming in here,” but these additional thoughts are inconsequential. My third or fourth thought (more consequential, I suppose) is either: a) Nuts, I have to pay for a ticket or b) Is this a valid, nonchalant way to ignore the donation box? Onward!