There wasn’t any accompanying plaque or tablet identifying this one, so let’s just call her Stars and Stripes.
It was a situation where, by the time I realized that even though it was one in the afternoon, the locale was still pretty sketch-tastic. The girls had already seen the mermaid and were bugging out in the backseat. True, I’m a grown-up. In fact, I’m THE grown-up in the this situation and as such, could have made the executive decision to abort. But I didn’t. I will say that the girls could have been doing headstands and picking their noses when I took this picture, for all I cared. I’m pretty sure the surrounding establishments rent by the hour. I hustled them to the mermaid, took the snap, hustled them back to the car, locked the door, and laid waste to the parking lot as we high-tailed it back to our neighborhood.
And if it’s in a real sketchy area, we may just snap the mermaid from the car and PhotoShop the girls in later.