Who needs an osteologist? (Installment 50)

We took the kids to Universal Studios in Orlando this week, since it was their spring break. A new Voodoo Doughnut just opened on the City Walk there, so of course we had to introduce the kids to their sugary concoctions.

As we sat and ate, quickly succumbing to sugar comas, I looked up at the skeletons decorating the place, smack in the middle of the store:

My eye started twitching. Oh no.

Someone mixed up the left and right lower legs so that the fibulae are on the inside.

I looked around once more and:

This lovely band of skeletons in the rafters is also suffering from reverse-shin-itis.

So, Voodoo Doughnut, I heart your deep fried deliciousness, but you really need an osteologist. Please have someone swap those lower legs so my eye will stop twitching.

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