- August 25th, 2006, 4:27 pm
#26409
It's time for Story Time With Supa Jon.
Before the story, I must preface it with this: Any SFC member is allowed to wear their club t-shirt to class through the Glenville State game.
So I'm on the phone with one of my roommates after class to pick something up from him. I'm wearing my SFC shirt, jeans, and sandals. I cut through the Teacher Education hall to get to the courtyard and then it happened - the thing I've been waiting to happen. I was stopped by an RA.
Now, this kid came up to me, while I was on the phone, and tried to talked to me. I knew right away that he was either a lost freshman or one of Brokeback's type. It made my day when I found out he was an RA.
I hung up the phone and here's the conversation that transpired:
Brokeback RA: Excuse me. Uh, um, I'm an RA and, er, you're out of dress code.
Me (somewhat laughing): Um, no...I'm not.
Brokeback RA: Er, um, you're not allowed to, um
Me (interrupting): This is a Student Flames Club t-shirt. Any member is allowed to wear them whenever they want through the Glenville State game. I'm not out of dress code.
Brokeback RA: Oh, um, I didn't see...
(I walk away, laughing, as he's left to stand alone looking like a giant bag of d-----...am I allowed to say that on here? It was a Dane Cook reference. Edit it if I'm not)
That's my story of the day. It made me happy. Now I must go slave and sell shoes.
Before the story, I must preface it with this: Any SFC member is allowed to wear their club t-shirt to class through the Glenville State game.
So I'm on the phone with one of my roommates after class to pick something up from him. I'm wearing my SFC shirt, jeans, and sandals. I cut through the Teacher Education hall to get to the courtyard and then it happened - the thing I've been waiting to happen. I was stopped by an RA.
Now, this kid came up to me, while I was on the phone, and tried to talked to me. I knew right away that he was either a lost freshman or one of Brokeback's type. It made my day when I found out he was an RA.
I hung up the phone and here's the conversation that transpired:
Brokeback RA: Excuse me. Uh, um, I'm an RA and, er, you're out of dress code.
Me (somewhat laughing): Um, no...I'm not.
Brokeback RA: Er, um, you're not allowed to, um
Me (interrupting): This is a Student Flames Club t-shirt. Any member is allowed to wear them whenever they want through the Glenville State game. I'm not out of dress code.
Brokeback RA: Oh, um, I didn't see...
(I walk away, laughing, as he's left to stand alone looking like a giant bag of d-----...am I allowed to say that on here? It was a Dane Cook reference. Edit it if I'm not)
That's my story of the day. It made me happy. Now I must go slave and sell shoes.




- By Humble_Opinion