Pointless College Stories: Out on a Limb VI
While I seem to have already abused this topic quite handily already, I cannot bring myself to stop just yet.
One fine sunny day in the Spring, I felt the need to be outside for a while. My friend, Chad, wasn't up to much so I asked him if he would teach me some stuff in the martial arts style he had been studying for the past few years. He agreed and we set out to a nearby park for a couple of hours where he ran me through on some of the basic hand-to-hand things.
After we felt like we had a good workout, our thoughts turned toward dinner and we retired back to 113. Doug had just come back from parts unknown and the three of us decided to go out for dinner at a family restaurant called King's.
We arrived and got a table and I started looking through the menu and a lot of things looked good to me. When the waitress came by, I ordered up a bowl of chili, a spinach salad and a hot roast beef sandwich. This earned a look from my friends because they didn't think there was any way I was going to get through all of that food.
The chili and the salad came. The chili was gone pretty quickly and by the time I got my sandwich, I was already half way through the salad. I was completely oblivious until roughly half way through the main course when Doug said that couldn't believe that I was actually going to finish all of that food.
I simply replied that I was hungry and kept on eating. Sensing the opportunity for a challenge, they started goading me into trying to have some dessert afterward. I wasn't particularly interested in it, but I saw where they were going. They wanted me to order a Queen's Delight, which is a sundae with four scoops of ice cream, bananas and whole bunch of other crap you normally get on a sundae.
I raised the stakes by doing it, on the condition that they would each buy one too. They agreed and we flagged down our waitress. By now even she had been conscious of the amount I had eaten already and raised an eyebrow when we placed our order.
Shortly thereafter the sundaes came and we tucked in. Both Doug and Chad crapped out only half way through theirs and while it took a little effort, I did finish mine. When dropping off the bill, the waitress gawked. She asked me if I really did eat all of that food. I nodded. She dared me to get to my feet, which seemed pretty silly to me but I did so anyway.
This feat apparently earned me the title of Glutton. While I have exhibited similar feats since then, this one remains the most memorable.
Hail to the King, baby.
One fine sunny day in the Spring, I felt the need to be outside for a while. My friend, Chad, wasn't up to much so I asked him if he would teach me some stuff in the martial arts style he had been studying for the past few years. He agreed and we set out to a nearby park for a couple of hours where he ran me through on some of the basic hand-to-hand things.
After we felt like we had a good workout, our thoughts turned toward dinner and we retired back to 113. Doug had just come back from parts unknown and the three of us decided to go out for dinner at a family restaurant called King's.
We arrived and got a table and I started looking through the menu and a lot of things looked good to me. When the waitress came by, I ordered up a bowl of chili, a spinach salad and a hot roast beef sandwich. This earned a look from my friends because they didn't think there was any way I was going to get through all of that food.
The chili and the salad came. The chili was gone pretty quickly and by the time I got my sandwich, I was already half way through the salad. I was completely oblivious until roughly half way through the main course when Doug said that couldn't believe that I was actually going to finish all of that food.
I simply replied that I was hungry and kept on eating. Sensing the opportunity for a challenge, they started goading me into trying to have some dessert afterward. I wasn't particularly interested in it, but I saw where they were going. They wanted me to order a Queen's Delight, which is a sundae with four scoops of ice cream, bananas and whole bunch of other crap you normally get on a sundae.
I raised the stakes by doing it, on the condition that they would each buy one too. They agreed and we flagged down our waitress. By now even she had been conscious of the amount I had eaten already and raised an eyebrow when we placed our order.
Shortly thereafter the sundaes came and we tucked in. Both Doug and Chad crapped out only half way through theirs and while it took a little effort, I did finish mine. When dropping off the bill, the waitress gawked. She asked me if I really did eat all of that food. I nodded. She dared me to get to my feet, which seemed pretty silly to me but I did so anyway.
This feat apparently earned me the title of Glutton. While I have exhibited similar feats since then, this one remains the most memorable.
Hail to the King, baby.