Substitute teachers.

Haven’t had a substitute teacher in college yet, but I’m pretty damn sure they wouldn’t be as awesome as high school subs. Where else do you get to meet the following: a retired engineer/mathematician with expensive sports cars, a former writer for Rolling Stone, an unemployed college graduate with a degree in “art,” a twenty-something hipster, a creep with a huge ass hand, a man who walks with a perpetual limp, a former postman, and a guy who can quote Napoleon Dynamite like it’s part of his job. That’s what I miss.