Back in 2004, I was sitting in the chapter room at the frat house watching the crappy old big screen we had. The remote was sitting right beside me, faced upward, nothing touching it. The television turned all the way up and started changing channels. I could not get it to stop or turn down. Had to unplug the television. Freaked me out. Burned one outside and went to bed.
Same year, everyone is out at the bar and I stay behind because I'm low on funds. It was me and two other guys there, no one else in the house. Frat brother was in his room in the back playing Diablo 2. Other brother was in room beside me reading. I was watching tv in my room. I hear a pounding at the side door. I walk up and answer. Three guys start screaming and getting in my face. I don't know their names, but I know they're ATO's, and I know they're all on juice. Bastards were huge, drunk, and hormonal.
Anyway, they proceed to cuss and scream at me and I keep my cool. I ask them what the problem is, and they demand to see the president of the chapter. I know he's not there, he's off drinking with everyone else, like I wish I was at about this time. I'm sure as hell not telling them that though. I tell them I'm going to go get him and then perform what is the longest turn in my life. I sure as hell wasn't going to try to fight them, but I sure as hell wasn't backing away from them either; I was going to turn around and then, at least they're
ing cowards for jumping me with my back turned.
To my amazement, they don't do it. I don't end up on the floor. I walk back like I'm going to get the president, go in my room, lock the door, and call the f'ing police. I was terrified I was going to get curb stomped, Edward Norton style.
One of them serves me food on my lunch break now when I decide to eat at that particular establishment. I win.