They have arrived.
Without warning, every single year they come, hordes of them. Milling about the city. Causing untold damage. Spreading out, taking over, like a virus of some sort. No bus is safe. No street remains unoccupied. Swarming about. Legions of them descend upon the city, and for months we know nothing but irritation. And annoyance. There is plenty of that too.
Yes, that’s right, the bloody invasion of the Spanish students has begun. I hadn’t seen any before this week, but on Tues as I made my way home from work I spotted a group of teenagers, all with the exact same blue bag. I knew what that meant. And yesterday there were more, gathered about the spire, lurking, preparing to move out, getting in everyone’s way.
I hate Spanish student season.
Why is it that they must travel in groups of no fewer than ten thousand? And why is it that they move at a speed that is slower than a snail’s? And why is it that the spread across the expanse of the streets and force other pedestrians to either slow to their crawl or force their way through.
And teenager’s are annoying. Irritations when they are the usual groups of 2, 5, whatever, loud and obnoxious. But when you bump up the numbers you bump up the irritation factor. Screaming, shouting, urgh, it is enough to turn anyone into a Grumpy Old Woman.
Title is a line from Poltergeist, and of course the most famous line from that film is “They’re here”.