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It was at the Minneapolis terminal where I became aware of the large group of Italians, at least fifteen of them, none of which seemed to speak any English; I assumed they were tourists. I switched buses in Minny. When this happens and you’re waiting for your next bus, you secure a spot in line by putting down your luggage. I hurried into the terminal and was only behind one of the Italian tourists, glad that I’ll get second dibs at a seat. And then, fourteen other Italian tourists dropped their luggage right next to their friends’ suitcase. FML.

And I wondered, for a while, what the hell a bunch of middle-aged, seemingly-angry Italian tourists were doing taking a bus from Wisconsin to Wyoming.