What Would Anne Frank Do?

As we were waiting in line in front of the Anne Frank Museum house, a boat of ten women on some sort of bacholerette party or an escape-from-our-husbands weekend trip floated by as they danced to "Copacabana" by Barry Manilow blasting on the stereo. Another boat with college boys went past. For reasons unknown, one of the guys had a clown wig on.

Juxtaposition.

I quietly hummed that Manilow song as I walked through the cramped hiding spaces.