Summer is coming to an end here in Northern Minnesota and, though I love the season beyond words, there is one thing about summer I will not miss.
Tourons. A touron is a tourist/moron who comes into your town on vacation and proceeds to lose all of his or her manners, common sense, ability to operate a motor vehicle or understand common street signs, and suffers from delusions of grandeur.
These tourons tend to flock to my place of employment each and every day during the lunch and dinner hours. They are a difficult species. They are rude, demanding, mess-making folk who act on their feelings of superiority with gusto and leave destruction and frustration in their wake.
To all the tourons out there: Your time is short!