Apparently, today is sorority Bid Day at the Education Corporation that I work for.
I say "apparently" because all of the clustering, squealing and hugging made it kind of difficult to understand exactly what was going on. Still, when the teeny brunette girl with the Long Island accent spilled chicken soup all over my arm in Au Bon Pain, she was shrieking about SDTs. It sounded like happy shrieking, so I'm going to assume that she's a new sorority pledge and not afflicted with both dyslexia and syphilis.
I will however, have to ask all undergraduates to restrict their celebrating to the entrances of restaurants that I don't frequent for lunch. Acceptable places they may block the entrances of are: Chick Fil-A, the sketchy pizza place by the World Bank, any Quizno's in the metro-DC area and Jamba Juice. I'm an old fart now, so I would like to get in, get my lunch and quickly get back to the office without being trapped behind endless blocks of clustered gossiping youth.
And yo, Long Island, it's swell that you're so happy, but if you burn my arm with your food again we are totally going to rumble. Since you're you're a lowly pledge, your sisters are totally going to see my expression and ditch you to go buy big sunglasses while you face my wrath alone.
Luv ya! Bye!