Things That Make You Go Hmmmm....

Have you ever seen a dog do that thing they do when they cock their head to one side and look at you like "What??"  I have seen a few things lately that make me go "What?"
For example, Friday night Nick and I worked the concession stand at the high school football game. I had a group of about 4 or 5 girls come up to me and ask "Is it true that with a student ID we can get a free burger?"  Seriously girls?  No, it's not true. You get into the game with an ID but you don't get free food. Instead of "what?" I really wanted to say "What the mess?"  (that's what we say instead of something uglier. Actually, because of my husband being a huge Packer fan, he says "Favre" now instead of an uglier F word. So, he would have said, "What the Favre?" )
Anyway, I'm way off track.
Yesterday we made a three car caravan with our neighbors and headed north to the Brown University football game. It was the first night time game ever. They have lights on the field now. Well, not really. They had three trucks with portable lights around the field. You know the kind, the really big ones that will light up a football field. What they didn't have was lights under the seating where the concessions are. It was dark under there. "What the?"
Did you know Brown students get into their football game with a student ID too? Do you know what that means?  A boat load of college students trying to find seats at the first night time football game that was sold out. Seriously? Nobody thought ahead? We had to clear our two rows of seats of kids when we got there. We paid $20.00 a ticket and wanted our seats. We were packed in like sardines, the kids had no seats so they stood everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE.  By halftime we couldn't see for the kids standing down front. They were on each other's shoulders. They were standing on bleachers. They were loud. They were obnoxious. They had no shirts on and were painted in brown and red. They chanted the F word at the opposing team. Yes, they did. I can't make this stuff up. Chanting "F you, Harvard!"  Twice I heard that lovely chant.
I'm old. I'm an old fuddy duddy. I felt like I had paid too much for tickets to sit and watch obnoxious college students chant the F word in front of me. We left after the third quarter.
This was our view most of the time.

I stood to get this next shot.

I stood for this one too:

This next one was another lovely view from my seats.

You know, I don't blame the kids. There were no school officials, no ushers, staff or security officers. No one there to help us run the darlings out of our seats and keep them from standing in front of us. The student section was full. It was poor planning.

I'm definitely old.

I do blame the kids for their lack of respect for us old people. Come on, we can't see over you and we don't want to hear your trashy mouths.
I guess it just goes to show that college kids are all the same (mostly) no matter how much money you spend on their education.