Stranger+Than+Fiction

=Stranger Than Fiction: True Stories by Chuck Palahniuk=

So the idea was, a friend and I would rent costumes. Me, a spotted, smiling Dalmatian. Her, a brown dancing bear. Costumes without gender clues. Just fun-fur suits that hid our hand and feet and big, heavy paper-mache heads that kept anyone from seeing our faces. This gave no one visual clues, no facial expressions or gestures to decode-just a dog and a bear walking around, shopping, being tourists in downtown Seattle. (pg. 56)

In the lobby of the Seattle Art Museum they sell us tickets for sixteen bucks. They talk to us about the exhibits, the portraits of George Washington on loan from the nation's capital. They tell us where to find the elevators and give us museum maps, but the moment we press the elevator button-they throw us out. No refund for the tickets. No slack. Just a lot of sad head shaking and a brand-new security policy that bears and dogs may buy tickets but they may not look at the art. A block away from the museum doors, the guards are still following us, until a new group of guards from the next building has us under surveillance. Another block down Third Avenue, a Seattle Police car cruises up, following us as we head north to the retail shopping center. (pg. 57)