The jingle of keys in fanny-packs, the smell of old people, and your College’s corporate logo – er, “emblem” – plastered on the front of plastic tote-bags. Must be time for campus tours again! I don’t mind the crowds of gawking parents and bored high-schoolers, until I get stuck behind one as they’re walking past [some building] and the leader pauses and spouts [some fact] on [something that nobody cares about]. Who would have guessed that Johnson Hall was named after some guy named Johnson? Now I’m late for class: damn you, tour group!
A small list of things I’d like to do around tour groups but never had the guts (or number of people necessary) to pull off. If you’ve ever been caught behind one, you know what I mean.
Comment your own suggestions.