A spontaneous evening affair at the Alpha Beta Kappa Sorority

And so there I was, but just a few weeks ago. And I suppose as one begins to work their way down these lines I write, they must wonder: "what on earth could convence me to trade a 'quiet' evening for a more aluring one at the Alpha Beta Kappa?"
Ah, there-in you will find your answer, if you have but a little patience, good listener.

It was a rather uneventful evening shift at Starbucks. Uneventful, except for the slight change in scheduling. Traditionally, I would have stayed the rest of the night until closing time at the coffee shop. Yet, this evening was different, this evening I was to end my shift earlier, at around 8 o'clock rather than the reutine: 9:30, 10:30 and anywhere else between! A mere difference of an hour or two however, can make quite an impression, and if one is not too careful can transpire into an obsession.

Of course, this is all hypothetical jargon mind you (I'm striving to draw you in good listener - but I think I'm revealing too many of my cards for you to see it so clearly before you).

True, I retired from work early and began to make my way toward home. On this reutine journey home I passed by the local University of the Southern Methodist denomination. While walking past this school, I came to a fork in the road, in which I turned onto another street which intersects three sororities. It was on this very evening, while briefly on my cell phone, that I was distracted, by a woman across the street, outside the Alpha Beta Kappa building.

She was inquiring if she might be able to borrow my cell phone, for a short while! I was in no hurry, and thought to myself, "why worry, this may not be so bad after all." In short, she was an aged woman, not quite of the Alpha Beta Kappa age. In fact, she was quite along in years among this very sorority. For she had lived there many a year, not to excede at least a good 10 or more. Truthfully, she was the 'house mom!'

During this time of year (the summertime) the sorority house is closed. In exception to the residence of one person - the elderly lady (the 'house mom').

It was in fact on this particular evening, that this dear lady found herself in a slight rash (if I can use that loosely for the sheer sake of rhyme), that is to say that upon taking out the thrash, she discovered herself imprisoned outside her comfortable home.

The security on this established estate was quite advanced - and here-in lay her fate. For in this particular estate, one merely extended the signiture of their thumb upon the door, and if they were a member of it's many halls, one would indeed find themselves welcomed within these walls, beckened here inside, for here they may reside. Yet fate found a match, and here was it's catch: that on this very eve there should be none that could achieve a signature worthy of it's design.
For in fact, the power was low, and because of this short, one could not go, within this mere estate, and so it was the lady's fate, that she must wait, (quite late) until another solution would present itself.

For all her calls upon my phone, it would not help, she was quite nearly, all alone. Yet for me and my small device, this perhaps might still suffice. And so with humble advice, I offered to call a locksmith and have this business quickly attended.

As such occasions often are found, we two were many an hour bound outside those walls of the Alpha Beta Kappa ground. Until nearly it was quite late, at last I received the call, that the locksmith was not far and that he would soon be where we are (only gramatically wrong for the sake of rhyme -ah why waste the time!)

And so about an hour and twenty, as dark had grown a plenty, there arrived a gentlemen whom if not under such employ would be oft mistaken for a robber boy. He had the tools of such, and too he charged a greater sum, but this was not the case. For in fact (I think) he was only a locksmith (though, the former is more climactic!)

At last it seemed our worries were no more, and this poor lady would soon be in door. Yet for the other trial that awaited, yet this is oft debated, for it was not really a trial I suppose but merely a prolonged excitement. For what was thought a 'quick job' turned into nearly an hour.
By this time the lady had nearly lost faith in the work of this supposed "skilled" locksmith. But at last before nearly an hour had past, he was in, and so this minor sin was revoked, still more in fact we were welcomed inside.

And so it was to my surprise at the end of this attraction that this woman bid me good night with such satisfaction, I shall not soon forget as evidence will permit, that I did find myself one night at the Alpha Beta Kappa site.

An anonymous affair all too often anyware,
Audaciouslee