So you’re walking across campus with your friends and you notice a giant gaping hole in the ground.
What do you do? Do you keep walking? Do you take one?
This was the pending question for me Monday night.
I mean, it looked like at least ten bricks were already gone. It would be the perfect time to just take a brick, and sprint back to my dorm room maybe breaking a sweat on the way there.
But what exactly is the proper way to take a brick? And who is the brave soul that takes the first one?
Do you just bend over in front of all your peers and vigorously pull one up from the dirt and swing it in the air triumphantly?
Once you have the brick, where do you put it? Do you put it right on top of your desk so everyone that visits your dorm room knows that you’re a criminal? Or do you just leave it in a drawer so eventually someone opens it, and asks you when you became a brick collector?
Assuming this whole brick deal was just something everyone does, I fearlessly bent over and attempted to pull up a brick.
It didn’t move.
Like at all.
I kicked it once to the left, once to the right, and it still wasn’t budging. Fellow brick criminals made this seem a lot easier than it actually was.
I end up pulling at the brick with all of my strength, and once I finally pull it out, an ant pile literally erupts and ants start crawling from all directions.
Keep in mind this all happened in a span of, like, two seconds.
I couldn’t just leave my brick there — I spent all this time picking it up.
Of course, invincibly, I picked up the brick and carried it all the way back to my dorm, dirt and all.
As I triumphantly burst through the door of my dorm, my roommate didn’t even look at me.
Not even for a second.
I had a giant brick in my hand, and she didn’t even ask why!
That’s when my brick adventure came to an end. Was it worth it?
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