Ruckus suckus
Try as I might, I just can't seem to avoid the dozens of people on campus who, every day, insist I'd be a happier person if only I would read their flier. Walking from the Sample Gates to Woodburn Hall means I have to navigate a gauntlet of militant loiterers: Spiderman giving away free pizza ("... with each new credit card"), a very tall priest distributing miniature Bibles and an abortion photographer asking me to read over "10 Things a Heathen Should Know About Christ."

