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Being a single no kids kind of gal one would think i'm used to the "it's just you?" kind of looks. I'm so used to this in restaurants that it hardly registers but the Crayola Factory was on a different plane. Really I shouldn't be surprised - it's crayola land home of the purple crayon and childhood colors. I guess I was expecting a sort of brewery tour; walk along the scaffolding and smell the smells, get a few samples at the end. It's not that I was disappointed it's just that all the staff looked at me like I was a two headed freak. When i bought my ticket the girl tried to talk me out of it - "we recommend at least two hours and we close in one, the factory demonstration has already started" - maybe she was just trying to save me from the masses of children careening around the place while their weary parents held fort at a table with the baby. In any case the factory - while no beer tour - did give my legs a stretch and allowed me to create a lovely artistic rendering of...a rendering of artistic droppings from melted crayolas - i'm sure this is how Pollack started.