That last part is extrapolation by the way, but I am sure it has happened more than once. At least for the girls who were wearing panties to begin with.

A college girl shows up at the bar in the early afternoon. While a college girl showing up at the bar is certainly not unusual, the timing is: the college girls usually don't show up until the evening to get plastered, before waking up at 4 am in the bedroom of a college boy she doesn't really know -- a friend of a friend, they shared a class together last year, maybe -- and regret and shame are building as she tries to quietly find her panties in the dark. 

That last part is extrapolation by the way, but I am sure it has happened more than once. At least for the girls who were wearing panties to begin with. At which point I will mention: although the whale-tail is no longer a thing, a few girls still do it once in awhile. They are probably from small towns. Semi-rural. Where you don't find out a Thing is no longer a Thing until well past the time it stopped being a Thing.

This girl is a bit distraught: she believes she left her coat at the bar the previous night. The bartender checks the Lost-and-Found: it is not there. She is now a bit more distraught: she asks him 'are you sure?'

The bartender tells her Yes he is sure: there are no coats left over.

She tells him that her father gave her that coat, that it was a great coat, expensive. They're not rich, so it was special.

What no one says: don't leave an expensive special coat unattended in a crowded bar at night, when you are so drunk that you leave in forty-degree weather not realizing that you are not wearing the coat you came in with. Like I said: no one says that. Aloud, at least.

Her problem gets worse: she kept her ID in her pocket. So now her ID is missing.

A few heads nod in empathy; having to get a replacement ID sucks. 

She sits at the bar and asks for a beer.

You probably can see this one coming: the bartender tells her that, unfortunately, he cannot serve her a beer without her having her ID on her. Against the law. And the law keeps a close eye on bars in Seattle: there are always fines to be given. Unless you are a downtown bar that caters to the wealthy and to the guests at the fancy hotels; they pretty much leave those bars alone.

So she leaves the bar, forlorn over losing the expensive special coat that was a gift from her father who isn't rich. And that had her ID in the pocket.

Not all of the learning takes place in the University classrooms.


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