Don't Order the Fish

Back in my college days, I decided to Rush a sorority. Why? Why the hell not! Who doesn't like an instant group of friends they can hang out with!

Anyway, one of the last tests I had to undergo went like this:

Enna walks into the room, all the sorority sisters are sitting on the other side like it's a security briefing.

On Enna's side of the room, there  is a desk with a handkerchief covering a glass.

I ask what it is I am supposed to do, and they say to remove the handkerchief and I would know what to do.

So, I do. And under the handkerchief, there is a glass with a fish in it.

So, thinking there are no other options, I grab the fish, throw it in my mouth, and swallow it.

The sorority sisters are HORRIFIED. They said it was an excercise in trust, and that normal people usually hem and haw and then finally agree to it. At that point they usually stop them and give them a diatribe about trust blahblahblah. But, I just ATE THE FISH. I didn't give them a chance to stop me. At all. I was the third person to go into the room, and there were easily ten girls behind me who still had to undergo this trust test.

One of the sisters was pissed, because now they had to think of something to do to the REST of the rushies. The rest of them were like "THAT'S IT! YOU'RE IN!" Because really, if I was willing to eat a live (albeit small) fish for them, there really wasn't anything else they could test me with that would trump what I just did.

And really?  I eat sushi all the time, like eating a small fish was going to bother me all that much.

Ironically though, when they took us out to dinner to celebrate those of us who made the cut, there was a whole lot of fish on the menu. I was like "to be honest, I really don't like fish all that much. I think I'll just have the burger." Which made everyone pretty much laugh until they peed.

Happy Friday everyone! Don't order the fish!