A Small World After All...

Tonight Chuck's coworker and his adorable girlfriend stopped over for a few beers and some witty banter. I'd met them both before but I was too drunk to remember any of it. Tonight I remained relatively sober and actually enjoyed some good conversation. It turns out that this young lady graduated from high school with three of my college roommates. Who remembers Hitler and Satan?! I dropped their names and the look on her face was priceless. "Yeah, I know them," she said. Long pause. "They weren't my friends, but I guess I got along with them." Yep, that pretty much sums up my relationship with the anal bitches. I got along with them because I had no choice. They outnumbered me with their disgustingly crusty dishes, oversensitive noise issues, and passive aggressive anal notes (e.g. please don't use a knife when cutting food in my pan. you're going to make it rust). It's kind of sad that I never really liked college enough to miss it now.