$30 later and stilll no Tut

This last weekend my parents and younger brother Jacob visited us in Fort Worth. While they were here, we planned on going to see King Tut and the Sixth Floor museum in Dallas. When they arrived on Friday morning via airplane, we immediately went to Dallas for the day. It was a great day. The sun was out, the weather was cool, and the traffic was slim. We were all excited to go see the King Tut at the Dallas Museum of Art. Once we arrived, here is how the tour evolved:

After walking through a mile long empty rope course to the ticket master our line was headed for the entrance of the great unknown. The guard at the end of the rope line held us in anticipation for the signal for entry into the exhibit. The entrance was quiet, unnerving, and even awkward as the doors mechanically shut behind us. We were trapped! But we were anxious for it. After a thirty second spiel over the time travel, a video was played that intricately painted an image of ancient tourism that was to take place for the next ninety minutes. Upon the conclusion of the video, a wall opened up and there before us was...the statue head of King Tut. Oh yeah, this was going to be a breath taking exhibit. The tour was mazed with artifacts and idols with ancient Egyptian craftsmanship. Beautifully laid gold and hand crafted wood. Nothing was more glamorous than the ancient artistry that laid before me. But I could feel it. I could sense it. They are building us up to the climatic ending to this exhibit. I can't wait til' the end! Turning more corners and reading more facts, I could see the eyes of the people as they were educating their minds for something grand. The room was so concentrated that even people who hate to read were reading. Tut's tomb had drawn us all to scholarship. Everybody was intrigued and interested. I knew it was coming soon. We were approaching the room of Tut's treasures that were laid in his tomb. Just a couple more turns and we're there! Tut's exquisite chair; the golden sarcophagus'; the jewelry; radiant weaponry; everything a young pagan worshipper could ever dream of in the after life, all right before my eyes. Then it happened. I turned the corner, and there he wasn't! In the middle of the room, where King Tut's coffin should be on display is replaced by a projected image of his coffin. The gasp was so strong. Maybe, only for me. Where was my thirty dollar King? Maybe, he's in the next room. I easingly built my hope back to its peak only to find the last room lead all of us to the exit and gift shop.

What can I say? What could I do? After 3,000 years King Tut ripped me off.