So, when I was at UT, I was at a friends apartment. Tennessee had just won a game
The door knob to her apartment started rattling and then an extremely drunk guy started beating on her door. I yanked the door open and was ready to throw fists. The drunk guys expression when he realized it wasn’t his apartment was so funny that I started laughing. He was on the wrong floor. My friend didn’t believe him. So I followed him upstairs and his apartment was in the exact same location. His door was locked and he had lost his keys. He actually had a bill in his wallet with his name and apartment address and number on it in his wallet. I checked his license too. I borrowed his credit cards, popped the door lock (Memphian
) and got him in quickly.
We went back down to her apartment. About 5 minutes later he is knocking on her door again. When I open it, he hands me a bottle in a paper bag and insists that we take it, He then stumbles back upstairs. I expect to get some bottle of rotgut. I hand the paper bag to my friend. She pulls out a bottle of Dom Perignon. We both look at each other
like WTF? Had never been able to afford anything like that before. We truly enjoyed that champagne
Now, I don’t think that’s what happened at JM apartment at all… just reminded me of a pretty funny college story.