When riding in style is your goal, cost is no issue. But you don’t have to tell that to the Sigma Chis at the University of Minnesota.
A group of Sigs decided a change of scenery was in their midst after a little day drinking, so they made the decision to undertake the long, arduous journey from their left house to their right house.
But who walks anymore? Walking’s for peasants. Rubes. Losers. People who don’t have a better option. No, walking was completely out of the question for these Sig Chis. But what would their transportation method of choice be? Great question. Hoverboard? RipStik? Heelys?
“T.J. — how are we gonna get home?” one of the Sigs asked.
Then T.J., with his immaculately-feathered powerbangs and cracked iPhone screen, pulled the legendary trigger.
“We’re gonna Uber, baby.”
There’s nothing more fun than a drunken Uber ride with your boys, regardless of distance. T.J. made a great call. They couldn’t have gotten a chiller Uber driver, either. Look at him in those stunner shades. He drove with only one hand on the wheel as well as no eyes on the road the entire drive, too. Steady pimpin’.
Money well spent, gentlemen..