One Shoe

This story, complements of Rachel Brint, is one of my all time favorite stories from the college days.

"And One Shoe"

One winter night 2nd semester freshman year, after joining ADPi, 7 or 8 of us started pregaming with a bottle of Jack. Did you know Jack spelled backwards is Trouble? We pile into a car, and dash away to the Phi Psi fraternity house in the middle of no where. This was our stomping grounds freshman year. I still haven't figured out what the attraction was there.

Cant tell you what really went down the rest of the night, because, well, I don't really remember. Its what happened the next morning while nursing hangovers.

Rachel wakes up in her dorm room in the legendary O'Shag with a voicemail on her dorm phone. Still dressed in the same outfit from the night before, she scrambles around, looking for her purse and her dignity. After spending a few minutes contemplating the meaning of life (aka, why was Jack a good decision), she picked up her dorm phone to listen to the message, hoping it would lead to clues about last night.

The message is as follows:

"Ms. Brint, this is the Virginia Tech Police Department. We have located your purse and ONE Shoe in the mens bathroom in the Lee Dorms"

Rachel rushed over to Lee to find a very nice janitor who had found her purse, but did not turn it in due to the beer in the purse.

Where the other shoe went is still a mystery. And how Rachel ended up in the men's bathroom in Lee remains a cold case.