CXXXIII. Atta Girl. January 25, 2025

>driving Lyft

>it’s a Friday night in Collegetown

>I pick up three FSU frat boys

>they are as drunk and obnoxious as you imagine

>at top volume, one tells a story to the other two

>”Bro, you remember that girl I hooked up with at Clyde’s? The blonde one?

>”You know, we were together, we hooked up, whatever

>”So I took her back to the house bro, and she’s like ‘My Dad’s a legacy here!’

>”And I’m like ‘that’s cool’ or whatever but then

>”Bro…his picture is on the composite outside my room!”

>several appreciative “Oh shit”s and a few “Bro what the fuck”s

>story continues

>”Yeah, yeah bro, that’s weird and all, but that’s not even the weirdest part, bro

>”The next morning, I swear to God bro, her phone vibrated and I looked at it while she was still asleep

>”It was her parents, both her mom and dad texted her, bro, and they weren’t even mad

>”Her mom was all ‘We checked your location last night, saw you stayed at the house, so proud of you smiley face!’”

>various noises expressing surprise and admiration and so forth

>”and then her dad was all ‘Congratulations sweetie winkie face’

>”and I’m like ‘bro, what the actual fuck, you know? They’re like happy she hooked up with one of us!”

>yes, boys

>what the fuck indeed