Terrific storytelling. This could have been any random frat guy in America on a weekend back in the 1980s when I was an undergrad. Well… if it had included drunk sorority girls too.

It was kind of a running theme on campus when I was in college. There were no sorority houses and I worked the desk at one of the main dorm buildings where sorority girls were housed. I used to have to help them into the building and onto the elevators back in the day. The call up to the RA for their floor at 2 or 3 in the morning could not have endeared them to that poor soul.