I was walking from the parking deck up Cary Street this morning to work when I saw this tour bus coming towards me. You know the kind: Quick's or Greyhound or something, always filled with tourist-types staring out of the windows. But something set this tourist-filled bus from others I've seen before. As it passed by, I read the name on the side of the bus: LAMERS
Gee, I always wondered how lamers got around. I guess we all know now. By bus!
