When someone just walks into your house and starts masturbating there are some choices to make, I think – especially if you’re a horny frat boy. But waiting 30 minutes to call the police has to be one of the strangest decisions I have ever heard.
But I suppose if you are a frat house at the University of Michigan, 30 minutes might have been exactly the amount of time needed for these men to decide they didn’t need to look at the woman from Eastern Michigan University feeling herself up on their couch anymore. Quick thinking, guys.
If you don’t call the police right away, you wait 30 minutes, what exactly do you tell the police officer when he – or, geez, she – finally shows up? “Uh, we had a, um, hard time figuring out what crime she was committing…” C’mon!
I also found the little fact in the story that the frat house would now need two new sofas interesting. What the heck really went on there?
By the way, read the comments on the story. They’re, for the most part, hilarious, as you might expect from a college campus full of radicals, macho men, do-gooders and hyper-opinionated young men and women, and apparently some embarrassed and frustrated, fighting-for-words frat boys.