If you get bored shopping with the ladies, you could always dawn some camo and hide in the plastic plants by one of the fountains.
Then fake draw on the larger, sweat pant wearing, female hippos coming in to the water hole. Pick a spot. A small spot and let 'er rip. Imagine the herd grunting and scattering in all directions, trampeling mimes and transvestites. Meanwhile, your quarry staggers and looks back towards the water hole. Slowly swaying back and forth. The sugar cone and giant pretzel slowly plop to the floor. You whisper she's down. YES! She's down!
Strange? Some might think so. But a good way to pass the time until the others are done sampling perfume and trying on clothes they have no intention of buying.
The deer hunter does not notice the mountains
"I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve" - Isoroku Yamamoto
There sure are a lot of America haters that want to live here...
