When I was a senior at Buffalo State College I attended a frat party at nearby SUNY Geneseo, where my best friend Ro was studying speech pathology. I was less than a year away from earning a bachelor’s degree in journalism.
In between keg stands and the Beastie Boys’ greatest hits I met a guy who started our conversation by bragging about his package. Uh. Wait. I mean his degree in packaging.
“PACKAGING?” I asked.
“Packaging engineering,” he replied.
I was incredulous. Frat boys are expert bullshitters, especially condescending drunk ones.