Not On This Tour with Those White Pants, Buddy

Yesterday I went with my sister and her two little girls on the NBC Studios tour. Aside from another opportunity for the network to siphon more money from (mostly) out of towner pockets, it offers little beyond the opportunity to stare at the empty desk where Brian Williams delivers the Nightly News, at the empty Saturday Night Live stages, at the empty and tiny Conan O'Brien studio. You move through the corridors like so many cattle, your ticket around your neck in a badge holder. Our best moment was at the very beginning where the prepper, for whom English was a second language, ran through through the list of No's for the tour, ending with "no wah-pans." The people behind us, some distance from the speaker, said, "No white pants??" Yes, folks, that's right, it's after Labor Day and Blessed are the Placekickers.