One can have a fruitful and interesting discussion on how the artist whose works are displayed and define the garden has interpreted the figures of the Major Arcana (I personally found them skewed dangerously towards the wrong side of 'naif', never quite lending a distinctive enough stamp on the archetypes beyond some flaky idea of 'childlike wonder'). But that's all academic once the experience is marred apriori by an incredibly rude ticket booth clerk. He not only refused to give a student discount to one of our friends on the flimsiest of pretexts -- the date on the required document was too 'smudged' for his liking, apparently -- but even resorting to downright insults when challenged, claiming that he was right to discriminate against "people like us", whichever category "we", apparently, belong to. The worst part of it is that this could all have been easily avoided: if you're that keen on refusing a discount, just chalk it up to the 'rules and regulations', smile and apologise. That would have been enough. But apparently, it wasn't.