Today, walking out of my Philosophy class at 11 in the morning, I was welcomed by a gray, cold, rainy day when all of a sudden a guy rides by me on a bike.
This wouldn’t have been so weird if they guy on the bicycle had been wearing a shirt. This misplaced gentleman was riding through the rain in 50 degree weather wearing nothing but a pair of board shorts and flip flops.
It’s not like Cal Poly is biking distance to the beach, so he wasn’t coming back from an early morning surf trip. The guy is just hard core. What the hell would make you do that? As far as I can tell, there’s only one possibility:
He’s a senior, scheduled to graduate this quarter, all he has to do is pass one last class and today he was scheduled to make an hour long presentation and he woke up late. Drowsily he sat in bed, warm and dreaming of happy days when all of a sudden his leg jerks him awake and he just knows it: “I’M LATE!!!” he screams in wide eyed terror, even before looking at the alarm clock, he then turns his head and confirms he needed to leave for class thirty minutes ago. Running before his feet even hit the ground and wearing only his lucky board shorts, which he sleeps in, he leaps from his bed and out of his room where his female roommate stops him at the door, “You can’t go outside like that, it’s fifty degrees out and you’re not even wearing a shirt!”
“Shirt? SHIRT!!! SHIRT!!!!???? I don’t have time for a GOD DAMN shirt!!!” he screams maniacally, barely maintaining consciousness as his blood pressure rockets to a level that would crush the HMS Conqueror, bursting through the door with only the briefest of stops to throw on his flip flops. He bites through the U-Lock of a bike that just happens to be right outside his door and off he goes into the gray, cold, rainy day.
Posted by Red Scott @ 12:53 am