My friend here has to deal with crazies. I feel for him. Jeez.
“Let me ask you something,” the older man, I’m guessing Grandpa, says. “When you become a teacher, are you going to teach Evolution?” He takes a breath, hoping to drive the importance of his point home. “Or The Truth?” His son or daughter, their spouse, and his twelve-year old granddaughter all crowd closer, waiting my answer.
Damnit, and I was just starting to like this guy, but I can tell if I express my views to him, the whole family will shut down and I’ll have one crap-tastic tour. So, being diplomatic, I tell him I’m studying to teach Social Studies, and won’t have to deal with That Issue.
It seems to appease the mob and they settle down, and I go on telling them about the Black Hills’ gold rush. This was last weekend.
The above family may certainly be some of the wackier tourists I’ve dealt with (and if…
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