Last semester, I was driving toward school when I spotted something unusual. There was a student walking down the sidewalk wearing a varisity jacket. Only she wasn’t wearing any pants. Or underwear for that matter. In fact she was walking down the sidewalk wearing nothing but this varisity jacket. When I first saw this, I was a little alarmed- maybe she was sexually assaulted or something?! I honked and asked her if she was okay. She turned around, scowled at me, and flipped me off. Yep, she was naked under that jacket all right. She was also carrying a beer can with her. My guess is she had gotten crazy drunk the night before, or had just done some streaking, or other college tomfoolery.
About a week later, I was walking toward the parking garage after class, when I walked up to someone who looked strikingly familiar. For some reason, I stopped, and she did too, thinking I was going to tell her something. After about a minute of unusual silence, I suddenly remembered who this girl was. Without thinking about what words were coming out of my mouth, I loudly exclaimed, “HEY, YOU’RE THAT NAKED GIRL I SAW…” suddenly everbody in a 100 ft radius was looking at us in a puzzled fashion. As if we were mirror images of each other, we both turned beet red, put our hands to our mouths, and ran in our respective directions with a mixture of embarassment and shame.