Tuesday, July 22, 2008
P! F! F!
I called him The Chud. He looked like Fred Flintstone. His voice boomed across the college commons.
"P!" he'd say, "F! F! F! P... ...P!" standing near popular walkways.
A shared friend* asked him what was going on.
"The girls that are going by!" he explained. "Some girls that is good looking. They pass! P. for pass! And some girls: they is ugly. They FAIL! F! So each girl that is going by, she gets P or F!"
What a gentleman.
I never found out if I passed his test. I didn't get too close.
*I couldn't stand The Chud. Others were more tolerant.