No but i remember Billy Beer. Drank one of those. If I'd have saved a can of the that it would be worth....prop bout what it was worth in the 70's.
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When I spent a summer at Pomona College with my then fiancé, they had all kinds of wacky stuff. They seriously had a soda machine stocked with BEER. That is the best idea of EVER!!
They also had these odd traditions like the were giving out free condoms that were red (I forget why) but also there was some massive treasure hunt that weekend where like the dorms stole and hid from each other.
Me and mah ah, fiancé were celebrating our reunion so to speak, and well, we had one of those red things. Unfortunately, in his eagerness I guess, he had neglected (or even fully to SHUT) his door. So a murder of engineering students came by, saw the door propped open, and entered in search of the item. So I LEAPED off my fiancé (IDK why I did that, I was superhot, I should have afforded my poor fiancé some privacy) but no I had to leap off and hide on the side of the bed. There he was with his poor red.....
They left. We got dressed. When we exited there was a terse, but eloquent message written on the white board.
"Nice job dude. But learn to lock your door."
That time was SO much more fun than when I travelled with him to like, Iowa for some college thing. I was working at a Bob Evans near the highway mainly because it was just a TINY bit better than working as a hotel maid. The managers loved me so much (when I was bored, I would clean. I was bored a lot) they wanted me to train to be a BOB EVANS manager.
OMG. I was like, "No I have to get my entitled rear end back to Swarthmore College I'm afraid."
It was sweet that they asked especially since I was stealing from them without their knowledge. Yup I used to be far more antisocial than I am NOW. But not a LOT. Just enough to actually pay me what I thought I deserved for working that job, plus the theft kept things interesting.
I can't IMAGINE what would have happened were I to like, have worked as a mid-level MANAGER there (no offense to Bob Evans managers) but I probably would have brought down the WHOLE company.
LOL I am so glad I did not marry that fiancé. I "broke his heart" (um his words, not mine) but he eventually met some chick from Finland who was humorless and tame enough for him.
That was an uncomfortable amends call to make on SO many levels. But, I did it.
Anna
They also had these odd traditions like the were giving out free condoms that were red (I forget why) but also there was some massive treasure hunt that weekend where like the dorms stole and hid from each other.
Me and mah ah, fiancé were celebrating our reunion so to speak, and well, we had one of those red things. Unfortunately, in his eagerness I guess, he had neglected (or even fully to SHUT) his door. So a murder of engineering students came by, saw the door propped open, and entered in search of the item. So I LEAPED off my fiancé (IDK why I did that, I was superhot, I should have afforded my poor fiancé some privacy) but no I had to leap off and hide on the side of the bed. There he was with his poor red.....
They left. We got dressed. When we exited there was a terse, but eloquent message written on the white board.
"Nice job dude. But learn to lock your door."
That time was SO much more fun than when I travelled with him to like, Iowa for some college thing. I was working at a Bob Evans near the highway mainly because it was just a TINY bit better than working as a hotel maid. The managers loved me so much (when I was bored, I would clean. I was bored a lot) they wanted me to train to be a BOB EVANS manager.
OMG. I was like, "No I have to get my entitled rear end back to Swarthmore College I'm afraid."
It was sweet that they asked especially since I was stealing from them without their knowledge. Yup I used to be far more antisocial than I am NOW. But not a LOT. Just enough to actually pay me what I thought I deserved for working that job, plus the theft kept things interesting.
I can't IMAGINE what would have happened were I to like, have worked as a mid-level MANAGER there (no offense to Bob Evans managers) but I probably would have brought down the WHOLE company.
LOL I am so glad I did not marry that fiancé. I "broke his heart" (um his words, not mine) but he eventually met some chick from Finland who was humorless and tame enough for him.
That was an uncomfortable amends call to make on SO many levels. But, I did it.
Anna
Great bunch of somewhat disconnected stories but, as always, well told.
One thing I may never be able to visualize (among the many from that tale) is you as a Bob Evans manager. I think it could have been a poor fit or Bob Evans may have become the Amazon of the back then owning the more and more of the world as you moved ever up the ranks until shattering the glass ceiling into a million pieces.
One thing I may never be able to visualize (among the many from that tale) is you as a Bob Evans manager. I think it could have been a poor fit or Bob Evans may have become the Amazon of the back then owning the more and more of the world as you moved ever up the ranks until shattering the glass ceiling into a million pieces.
When I spent a summer at Pomona College with my then fiancé, they had all kinds of wacky stuff. They seriously had a soda machine stocked with BEER. That is the best idea of EVER!!
They also had these odd traditions like the were giving out free condoms that were red (I forget why) but also there was some massive treasure hunt that weekend where like the dorms stole and hid from each other.
Me and mah ah, fiancé were celebrating our reunion so to speak, and well, we had one of those red things. Unfortunately, in his eagerness I guess, he had neglected (or even fully to SHUT) his door. So a murder of engineering students came by, saw the door propped open, and entered in search of the item. So I LEAPED off my fiancé (IDK why I did that, I was superhot, I should have afforded my poor fiancé some privacy) but no I had to leap off and hide on the side of the bed. There he was with his poor red.....
They left. We got dressed. When we exited there was a terse, but eloquent message written on the white board.
"Nice job dude. But learn to lock your door."
That time was SO much more fun than when I travelled with him to like, Iowa for some college thing. I was working at a Bob Evans near the highway mainly because it was just a TINY bit better than working as a hotel maid. The managers loved me so much (when I was bored, I would clean. I was bored a lot) they wanted me to train to be a BOB EVANS manager.
OMG. I was like, "No I have to get my entitled rear end back to Swarthmore College I'm afraid."
It was sweet that they asked especially since I was stealing from them without their knowledge. Yup I used to be far more antisocial than I am NOW. But not a LOT. Just enough to actually pay me what I thought I deserved for working that job, plus the theft kept things interesting.
I can't IMAGINE what would have happened were I to like, have worked as a mid-level MANAGER there (no offense to Bob Evans managers) but I probably would have brought down the WHOLE company.
LOL I am so glad I did not marry that fiancé. I "broke his heart" (um his words, not mine) but he eventually met some chick from Finland who was humorless and tame enough for him.
That was an uncomfortable amends call to make on SO many levels. But, I did it.
Anna
I doubt "realfarmacy" gets many readers. The OP did them a favor by linking to them.
I don't know where or how or why people find and post these obscure websites.
I don't know where or how or why people find and post these obscure websites.
When I spent a summer at Pomona College with my then fiancé, they had all kinds of wacky stuff. They seriously had a soda machine stocked with BEER. That is the best idea of EVER!!
They also had these odd traditions like the were giving out free condoms that were red (I forget why) but also there was some massive treasure hunt that weekend where like the dorms stole and hid from each other.
Me and mah ah, fiancé were celebrating our reunion so to speak, and well, we had one of those red things. Unfortunately, in his eagerness I guess, he had neglected (or even fully to SHUT) his door. So a murder of engineering students came by, saw the door propped open, and entered in search of the item. So I LEAPED off my fiancé (IDK why I did that, I was superhot, I should have afforded my poor fiancé some privacy) but no I had to leap off and hide on the side of the bed. There he was with his poor red.....
They left. We got dressed. When we exited there was a terse, but eloquent message written on the white board.
"Nice job dude. But learn to lock your door."
That time was SO much more fun than when I travelled with him to like, Iowa for some college thing. I was working at a Bob Evans near the highway mainly because it was just a TINY bit better than working as a hotel maid. The managers loved me so much (when I was bored, I would clean. I was bored a lot) they wanted me to train to be a BOB EVANS manager.
OMG. I was like, "No I have to get my entitled rear end back to Swarthmore College I'm afraid."
It was sweet that they asked especially since I was stealing from them without their knowledge. Yup I used to be far more antisocial than I am NOW. But not a LOT. Just enough to actually pay me what I thought I deserved for working that job, plus the theft kept things interesting.
I can't IMAGINE what would have happened were I to like, have worked as a mid-level MANAGER there (no offense to Bob Evans managers) but I probably would have brought down the WHOLE company.
LOL I am so glad I did not marry that fiancé. I "broke his heart" (um his words, not mine) but he eventually met some chick from Finland who was humorless and tame enough for him.
That was an uncomfortable amends call to make on SO many levels. But, I did it.
Anna
Anna, I really love your posts. Lol
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