Embarrassing story #8

So, last week was Halloween, and so I decided to share an embarrassing story this month about Halloween.

It was my sophomore year in college. Every year on Halloween, the Catholic Council on campus (wow, try saying that three times fast!) hosted a "Road Rally" where you'd gather together a bunch of people, cram them into a car, and go on a scavenger hunt around town. I hadn't gone before, but decided that I should do it at least once before I graduated. So on Halloween I joined my roommate and three mutual friends and we stuffed into a car and started on the hunt. One of the first clues led us to a nearby cemetery.

But of course.

It was the first clue, and so all the other cars were there at the cemetery as well. We had to go to this one tomb, where about a dozen and a half other people were, looking for the next clue.

Did I mention that this is at night? Like, 10 o'clock-pitch black-can't see more than five feet in front of you night? Well, it is.

And so I'm up there, with about a dozen other people looking around this tomb when, from behind the nearby bushes, a guy jumps out and yells and scares the bejeesums out of us. I kid you not, we all jumped about a foot in the air and our eyes bugged out of our sockets. A girl next to me swore that she felt a little pee come out. That's how scared and caught off guard we all were. From that point on that night, I let my teammates do more of the investigating; I'm pretty fond of gravity and enjoy my feet touching the ground, and am not particularly crazy about being scared so badly that I defeat gravity.

So the rest of the Road Rally went well, except that we were supposed to go to the county fairgrounds, and none of us knew where they were. Drat! We were forced to ask for directions. (they're here, of course. Who would've thought they'd be on "Fairgrounds Rd."?)

Did I mention that everyone in the car was dressed up in costumes except for me? But hey, I had already been scared out of my wits that night. I was in no mood to go somewhere and ask for directions to the fairgrounds. So the rest of us forced my roommate to. We drove to Big Sheetz (what's a Sheetz?), and made him go inside to ask for directions.

Did I mention that he was wearing a bright pink t-shirt that said "I like boys" on it? In a town where most of the men drive big trucks and have beards and are not too kind at 11pm on Halloween? Yeah. So we basically sent him in to the wolves.

The looks on people's faces were priceless. I'm sure they were thinking, "Crazy college boy!", but it was still funny to see their kind-of shocked faces as a twenty-something year old with a bright pink shirt that had "I like boys" written on it went in, asked for directions to the fairgrounds (which are, of course, deserted in late October), and then left.

Were they scared? Well, not as much as I had been earlier that night. But, you never know.



Check back next month for another embarrassing story - "A Knock Of Doom And A Little Boy Crying (The Little Boy Is Me)"