Porters are the coolest thing ever, they are like the love children of a concierge at a top New York hotel and one of those under the bridge trolls that prevents you from passing without paying a toll. They regulate the flow at front door of the college to make sure that all visitors pay admission (the colleges are so pretty that people pay to come to tour them) but that no unsavory characters come in.
The porters also have stamps, keys to meeting rooms and squash courts, and information about everything from DHL pickup schedules to buses. I wish my house came with a porter.
Of all the porters at University College, Bob with the tattoo was widely recognized to be the best. He was really adorable and if you told him how wonderful he was he would blush and go all quiet. He was pretty much perfect.
Porter haiku:
Bob with a tattoo
Glad our time was not shorter
You're the best porter.
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