During my senior year at college I brought a weight bench into our dorm room. Scott and I would lift weights then go pose in the mirror. In our minds we thought we were professional body builders.
When I was a kid my mom used to take me to Taco Bell for tacos. In college Scott and I lived at Taco Bell. We could get a lot of food with a little money. Taco Bell ran a promotion where if you ate twenty tacos you got a free hat and forty tacos earned you a free t-shirt. Scott ate his way to the free hat and I got the free t-shirt (which I still have today).
One day we received a shipment of new chairs for the college cafeteria. After Scott and I unboxed the chairs we had these huge empty boxes. My initial thought was to take one outside and go bobsledding down a hill (it was wintertime). So, I cut out a hole in the box for my head (I thought I should be able to see where I was going) and holes for my arms. The box was not big enough for two people, so I decided I would make the maiden voyage down the hill. I remember Scott giving me a little push and everything was going good until halfway down the hill when I realized I had no way of steering. Then the box went sideways, and I started to roll down the hill. Every time the box rolled, my head, which was still sticking out of the box, would take a beating. I think the box rolled at least six times. Both my glasses and stocking cap came off. I am sure Scott had a good laugh.
