This past week I've been really trying to get some freelance web design projects going. I do have a few projects underway presently, and I'm really excited.
I rode my scooter to meet some friends up at a nearby college campus. Parking on campus without a permit is a strict no-no. I learned that lesson after bicycling up there a while ago and locking my bicycle up to a pole. I was only away for about 5 minutes and returned to discover a note taped to my bicycle frame. Someone, presumably a ticket cop, had scrawled: "This is a warning notice. If this bicycle is found in violation of [campus] rules again ... will be removed ... use a bicycle rack...".
I was astounded. If a bicycle locked to a pole got their attention so swiftly, there's no way I'll gamble on parking the scooter up there.
Wanting to get as close to campus as possible without actually being on campus, I decided to park along the side of one of the nearby frat houses in a little shady nook. As I removed my helmet, and someone caught me off-guard and asked, as verbatim as I can recall, "Are you new to phi pheta (insert nonsensical-to-me frat name here)?", to which I replied, "Oh, uh, no. I'm just a friend. Hey, do you have any idea where the old physics building is?". He scratched his head, looked around, "No, man, I have no idea. Are you in a hurry?" I told him that I was and, as I began to head off, he held out his hand to introduce himself, "I'm Mike." I accepted the shake, "Mel." As our hands were interlocked and shaking ensued, he slapped me on the shoulder with his other hand and said, "I'll see you again some time bro!"
That officially counts as my first "bro" social interaction with a stranger.
Despite how bizarre the interaction was for me, it was also a fun experience.
I rode my scooter to meet some friends up at a nearby college campus. Parking on campus without a permit is a strict no-no. I learned that lesson after bicycling up there a while ago and locking my bicycle up to a pole. I was only away for about 5 minutes and returned to discover a note taped to my bicycle frame. Someone, presumably a ticket cop, had scrawled: "This is a warning notice. If this bicycle is found in violation of [campus] rules again ... will be removed ... use a bicycle rack...".
I was astounded. If a bicycle locked to a pole got their attention so swiftly, there's no way I'll gamble on parking the scooter up there.
Wanting to get as close to campus as possible without actually being on campus, I decided to park along the side of one of the nearby frat houses in a little shady nook. As I removed my helmet, and someone caught me off-guard and asked, as verbatim as I can recall, "Are you new to phi pheta (insert nonsensical-to-me frat name here)?", to which I replied, "Oh, uh, no. I'm just a friend. Hey, do you have any idea where the old physics building is?". He scratched his head, looked around, "No, man, I have no idea. Are you in a hurry?" I told him that I was and, as I began to head off, he held out his hand to introduce himself, "I'm Mike." I accepted the shake, "Mel." As our hands were interlocked and shaking ensued, he slapped me on the shoulder with his other hand and said, "I'll see you again some time bro!"
That officially counts as my first "bro" social interaction with a stranger.
Despite how bizarre the interaction was for me, it was also a fun experience.
Haha, I can see where your first genuine bro-ment could have left you feeling giddy. I mean, it doesn't matter which neck of the woods you hail from. Fraternities ALWAYS equal the ultimate house of... bro's.
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