Blank stare

With trillions of paintings in the gallery's collection, you'd think they could have spared just one for the poor attendant to look at. 

I had to fight my way in past the massed crowd of artists dropping off their masterpieces for the Royal Scottish Academy's annual open exhibition. Everyone trying to look cool while inwardly squeaking with excitement. Pathetic, really. Apparently one or two blippers made it to the shortlist, though you certainly wouldn't catch me amongst them. 

Damn those blasted judges. 
*sob*