finding common ground

Today I left the house to go to the gym in an Alpha Delta Pi tee shirt, as I often do since they account for about 87 percent of my wardrobe. As I was crossing the street behind my apartment, a possibly homeless, definitely drunk man slouched on a stoop hollered out, "Hey, I been in that fraternity!"

Thanking Allah for sunglasses, I gave him a side-long glance, kept a straight face and acted like I didn't hear him. He continued.

"Is that Alpha? Hey, is that Alpha by any chance? Alpha Omega? THAT WAS MY FRATERNITY!"

At this point I had rounded the corner, and luckily he lacked the wherewithall to follow me. Or he was so sauced he already forgot I'd been there.

But I must say, it is always good to meet a fellow brother of Alpha Omega. Wait -- isn't that Jesus?


cheers,
elizabeth