Riding the Green Line On the way to a friend’s party in East Cambridge, I was standing standing next to three college guys and their date (or maybe just friends, one never knows anymore really). Just the normal “trying to impress the girls” conversation until the one starts to tell a story about him and his roommate who was one of the other guys. Basically the guy telling the story is sitting in his dorm room, on the sofa reading. His roommate walks into the room, takes his belt off and smacks him across the knees. The response to the seemingly unprovoked attack (as insisted by the storyteller) was for the assailant to be wiped by the roommates belt. Several more round follow ending with one guy being pinned on the bed being hit, some how the third guy got involved. I started paying attention again at the point when they offered to show the girls some of their welts as proof.
I don’t think I need to comment on the story. It just furthers my theory that men will do stupid things when they are around each other unsupervised.
At the next stop and guy with an over stuffed back pack almost fell on his ass as the train was jittering to a stop at the station. We exchanged amused glances and he went on his way.
