I understood why the girls of “A Chi O” would not associate with us, just as I understood the privilege of the Alpha Phi’s deigning to appear at a joint party with Phi Sigma Kappa and the Fijis.
Money. They had it, we didn’t.
Class. They wished, we didn’t.
But the girls of “Chi O”? Hanging with them was almost as impossible – once, maybe twice a year. The Phi Mus would be over in a heartbeat. The DZs were always up for a good time, and the AOPies were usually good sports. But Chi O?
It couldn’t be the money – they rented out a dorm from Western after losing their house.
It couldn’t be that or class, as this parking lot shows:
1977 base Firebird – equivalent to Pretty Boy. Also mostly shit.
1978 AMC Concord – complete shit
1978 Ford Fiesta – same as Sheen. Not complete shit, but cheap.
1979 Ford Pinto – slightly less explosive than Piller’s Pinto, but still beyond complete shit
You girls weren’t even Bimmer-driving poseurs, so what gives? It’s me drunk humping the legs of everyone on your executive board, isn’t it? (That or the fact that the Tekes and their ample doobage supplies were a lot closer.)