The Fountain Frolick [9.27.08]

Sometimes the funniest happenings are those that you knew would happen. One night, my friends were feeling bold, so they decided to take a pilgrimage to the fountain in front of the New Student Center. When we arrived, I knew what was coming. It was a simple equation: one mischievous boy and one fountain equals pure unadulterated entertainment. He quickly decided that he would go for the gold and jump over the rising and falling monstrosity. I told him to keep in mind that the fountain was a timed contraption, and that chances are, it would rise at exactly the wrong time. Against my advice, he slowly backed up and prepared for take-off. The fountain dropped; it was safe to jump over, but only for the next few moments. He took off and leaped - only to have the fountain rise when he was in mid-air. Landing on the other side, it took a second or two for my friend to realize that his pants were slightly wet - but only in a very inconvenient and questionable place. Before I could say "I told you so", he returned to the fountain and drenched his entire body in it. This brought up an interesting question. Frankly, it is autumn and it is cold outside, so why would anyone consider making their entire body wet versus one small patch of crotchness? Is that really the fixer-upper?