Ah, Varsity Engineers...
We're catching up on Greek, and a dorky Engineering student opens the door of Spitter's apartment to find Casey there. Like Raj on on Big Bang Theory, he freezes at the sight of a pretty woman unable to speak.
This took me back to the Engineers at my University, back in South Africa.
I don't remember them being as dorky. A lot of them had come through the Civil War in Rhodesia's conversion to Zimbabwe, had suffered the stress of a strange war, and were very, very into partying. They were in a different country, literally footloose and fancy free.
And - boy! - could they drink.
The only thing they did better than drink was be pigs.
Disgusting, revolting pigs.
You could always spot an Engineering student - the bloodshot eyes, the stale hangover-breath, and the smelly clothes - courtesy of the same shorts, shoes and slops (thongs/flip flops) for at least a week.
The Engineers brought out a cheap-ass publication (photocopied at the Library and stapled together) every year full of dirty, sexist jokes. Yes, it was funny, but it was also vile.
There was a woman Engineer in our res (dorm/residence) who took shit every single day of lectures.
But there's always another side to the story.
Many of the Engineers were hot. And their devil-may-care attitude was seductive.
If you could find one on the day of the week that he'd actually showered, you were in for a good night of - as the slang was that year - "Shaping" with him.
So, yes, I schtuped an Engineer.
And, a few years later, I married one. Except this one bathes.
Thank God.