Ahhh, the student union... reminds me of what I thought would be an air-barrel story but wasn't.
1973, Florida Tech student union, bar boxes. A freshman from Brooklyn swore that Chicago bums couldn't shoot pool. Being from the South Side, I offered to educate him. We started with 75-cent beers (Florida's drinking age was 18 in that halcyon era), and quickly ramped up from there. After losing eight games in a row Brooklyn wanted to get serious.
"Fook you, man, I got my whole semester's tuition ri'cheer! Whatchoo got?"
I turned to my roommate and asked, "John, do you have the title to Betsy?" Betsy was the 1971 Buick LeSabre that ten of us used to get around town.
John just smiled and nodded, "M-hm!"
"Can I borrow it for about ten minutes?" I asked.
"M-hm!"
Nine minutes later I had a $3,500 personal check made out to Brooklyn, which he had endorsed over to me. I never saw him again. I think he's buried in his parents' back yard.
But to my eternal amazement, the check cleared!
1973, Florida Tech student union, bar boxes. A freshman from Brooklyn swore that Chicago bums couldn't shoot pool. Being from the South Side, I offered to educate him. We started with 75-cent beers (Florida's drinking age was 18 in that halcyon era), and quickly ramped up from there. After losing eight games in a row Brooklyn wanted to get serious.
"Fook you, man, I got my whole semester's tuition ri'cheer! Whatchoo got?"
I turned to my roommate and asked, "John, do you have the title to Betsy?" Betsy was the 1971 Buick LeSabre that ten of us used to get around town.
John just smiled and nodded, "M-hm!"
"Can I borrow it for about ten minutes?" I asked.
"M-hm!"
Nine minutes later I had a $3,500 personal check made out to Brooklyn, which he had endorsed over to me. I never saw him again. I think he's buried in his parents' back yard.
But to my eternal amazement, the check cleared!