To continue the "laugh at Moriah" post from like 2011...
I went to DC with my college roomie this last summer. We were taking the train in and coming back after dark, and I reasoned that taking my pocket knife (read: 4 inch blade) was a logical step. Museum security checkpoints, however didn't line up with my reasoning. I was told to "get rid of it" if I wanted to come in. So, for the next 4 museums we visited, we took a stroll through the bushes before and after to hide and retrieve my knife. At the end of the day, we headed home. With the knife. Take that, Smithsonian security.
Every fall, our school does the TP Game (yeah, my school is awesome). First game of the season, and when we score the first basket, we incur a technical foul by throwing rolls of [clean] toilet paper on the court. Well, the students living off campus usually help themselves to a few rolls of school provided game TP for their houses. We lived off campus, but instead of walking out with a few rolls in hand, we went and found the closet where the bins of TP were stored for disposal the next day. And we filled an industrial size trash bag full. You know those 20 or 30 gallon Rubbermaid tubs? We filled 3 of them with perfectly good rolled toilet paper. We never had to buy all year. Success.
Then there are things that you probably shouldn't tell your parents...
3 of us from our house went camping the week after graduation just to have a little vacation before we all left for different parts of the country, got married, etc. We randomly picked a campground about an hour and a half away from where we lived, and drove over there. There was no one (repeat: no one) else camping there that week. You had to drive out about a half mile from the office to the campsites. It was on a lake, and it was beautiful. The first night was great-- we all slept soundly on the nice hard dirt, and the following day, we basically sat on the dock, all day long. Perfect. The second night though... we went to bed around 10pm, and no one else was down on the peninsula. About an hour later, there are footsteps. They come up past us, and stop. 5 minutes later, they go back past us and stop. Well, no car came down the road, and they didn't come down the road... We didn't sleep so well that night (read: not at all).
And tornado sirens... they mean you go stand outside and watch it, right?!?! Right...
I went to DC with my college roomie this last summer. We were taking the train in and coming back after dark, and I reasoned that taking my pocket knife (read: 4 inch blade) was a logical step. Museum security checkpoints, however didn't line up with my reasoning. I was told to "get rid of it" if I wanted to come in. So, for the next 4 museums we visited, we took a stroll through the bushes before and after to hide and retrieve my knife. At the end of the day, we headed home. With the knife. Take that, Smithsonian security.
Every fall, our school does the TP Game (yeah, my school is awesome). First game of the season, and when we score the first basket, we incur a technical foul by throwing rolls of [clean] toilet paper on the court. Well, the students living off campus usually help themselves to a few rolls of school provided game TP for their houses. We lived off campus, but instead of walking out with a few rolls in hand, we went and found the closet where the bins of TP were stored for disposal the next day. And we filled an industrial size trash bag full. You know those 20 or 30 gallon Rubbermaid tubs? We filled 3 of them with perfectly good rolled toilet paper. We never had to buy all year. Success.
Then there are things that you probably shouldn't tell your parents...
3 of us from our house went camping the week after graduation just to have a little vacation before we all left for different parts of the country, got married, etc. We randomly picked a campground about an hour and a half away from where we lived, and drove over there. There was no one (repeat: no one) else camping there that week. You had to drive out about a half mile from the office to the campsites. It was on a lake, and it was beautiful. The first night was great-- we all slept soundly on the nice hard dirt, and the following day, we basically sat on the dock, all day long. Perfect. The second night though... we went to bed around 10pm, and no one else was down on the peninsula. About an hour later, there are footsteps. They come up past us, and stop. 5 minutes later, they go back past us and stop. Well, no car came down the road, and they didn't come down the road... We didn't sleep so well that night (read: not at all).
And tornado sirens... they mean you go stand outside and watch it, right?!?! Right...
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