Surf's up!
My, my how destructive do you suppose a couple of bored individuals
could be? It's not that we meant to be destructive in college,
but what do you get when you place several testosterone filled
males, with to much time on their hands? Well, I can tell you
a lot of damage. This Memoir is oh so very memorable. One day
we were tired of throwing knifes at the window sill so thought
what else can we do for fun. Football has always been a love
of mine, so I brought up the idea of playing football in the
hall. This seemed to be a great idea, so we went around trying
to rummage up a football. Who would have thunk, no one had a
football. After some consideration I thought Hey, I have a moldy
loaf of bread under my bed, that should work fine. With they
hall way being narrow and the ceiling not that high, it seemed
like a good alternative. Well, we got about 8 or so guys so
we split up into teams. After several series we were going toward
the middle of the hallway. Well on one the very next down Me
and Joe gang tackled someone into the water fountain...........
well let's say through the water fountain. Who would have thought
a water fountain could put out so much water. It was spewing
like a geyser. Well, we did the responsible thing...... we went
down the hall and hid out in our room. Our room was at the far
end of the hall a good 30 feet or more from the fountain. The
fountain was at the middle entrance to the third floor. Joe
carefully considered and estimated no water would reach our
room, it would flow down the stairwell. So with no worries to
our stuff, we went and started playing video games and forgot
all about the fountain. Well, Taylor is truly a four story building.
Three stories and a basement. Down in the basement the Resident
Director of the dorm Anthony Hogan was eating chips and watching
TV. When he got up to go to the bathroom about an hour after
the toppling of the fountain he was ankle deep in water. It
had poured down the stairwell until it filled the downstairs
with several inches of water. It took the custodial crew about
a day to get out all the water. Well, it doesn't end there.
About 2 months later me and Joe discovered the wonders of the
rolley chair on the dorm floor. Steve McKenzie had one of the
rolley chairs so we just had to play. We sat Al on the chair
forcefully and started running him down the hallway. After almost
dumping him off the balcony we started back to our room. Our
steering not being immaculate accidentally careened into the
water fountain again. Well, this looked familiar. So, we did
the responsible thing and ran to our room. The good thing is
the Resident director was gone for the weekend. They discovered
the downstairs knee deep in water a couple of hours later. Needless
to say they took away our water fountain and didn't replace
it. And sadly yes, due to these 2 floods they estimated the
damage to approach $1 Million dollars. This is why later we
were forced to move and Taylor was torn down. Sigh........ Well
don't worry there are more tales to tell.
