Originally it was the Greek Village bus. Then it became the Greek Way bus. And now it's the Gorman Street Local bus. At least by number, it's always been the #9 bus.
This is an aerial view of what's often referred to as "Fraternity Row," by which said bus rides each morning picking up and dropping off fraternity boys and sorority girls:
The bus was very crowded this morning, and by the time we got to fraternity row, the aisles were nuts-to-butts with those anatomically accommodating.
Since I get on at the beginning of the line, I had a seat, and a quartet of co-eds ended up standing in the aisle right in front of me and the conversation proceeded as follows:
Co-ed 1: "He came over again later that day, like after class, and he had on those same clothes, and I was like, 'Gregg, you're not wearing that again,' and he was like, 'What, these are the same clothes I've had on all day.' They were, like, khakis and a button down shirt, and he was like, 'You don't like them?' and I was like, 'It's just that they're so fratty...' at which point her friend interrupted her.
Co-ed 2: "Ally, you're a sorority girl!"
Co-ed 1: "I know, but I don't like fratty clothes."
Perhaps she should have him read: How To Lose Your Frat Boy Look. Or, personally, I would recommend to him: "How To Lose Your Frat Boy Look Critic."
And, of course, with her iterative embolalia, she left me thinking about this 45-second Catherine Tate skit:
