Tuesday, July 17, 2007

College Story

PJ Hoover (Tricia) put out the request to post college stories and offered one up that made me realize why I didn't want my daughter to have a first floor dorm room. Anyhow, here's my story:

Second semester of my freshman year my neighbors were upperclassmen vetenary med students who loved pranks. One evening I came back from dinner and sat down at my desk to study. My two roommates were gone so the room was quiet.......except what was the strange tapping coming from under my desk. Hmmm? Why was there something covering my waste basket?? Why was it weighted down??? How silly of me not to know there was a rooster in it. Now, what would you do if you had a rooster in your sixth floor dorm room? Answer: Wait for an empty elevator send it off to another floor.

Epilog: Rooster was later spotted tied to the Head Resident's door.

Disclaimer for any animal rights people reading this: I was young, crazy and in light of the fact that I'm 57 years old I'm way past the statute of limitations.

Jim D.


PJ Hoover said...

What! You had a rooster in your dorm room! Now girls would never do this. This is precisely why we need more fiction for guys. I just can't think like that!

Jim D said...

Maybe I'll tell you the snipe hunt story tomorrow. :)

Jim D.