The House of Ones

For some unexplainable reason, I decided to come into the office today. Yes, on a Sunday. God Guy is going to knock off points for doing this, I'm sure. But in any event, I stood on the street corner by my abode and waited for a bus while it snowed. Eventually the bus arrived.

Now it is just a short bus ride to downtown from where I live for verily my abode is in the squalor and hell pit of the city, on the outskirts of downtown. I live amongst riff raff and hypodermic needles and 'ladies of the night'.

On this bus were three young college guys. One - as is almost always the case - was louder than the rest. He was obviously the self-anointed speaker of the clan. In a tone loud enough for the rest of the bus-ferrying passengers to hear, he proudly announced that him and his eight room mates were going to be holding a party. The theme for said party? "The House of Ones" - because this young testosterone tot was evidently in a fraternity and was referring to their fraternity house.

One of the lower toned spoke up and asked, "What is a House of Ones?"

This, in turn, gave our fog horn more reason to bellow out that the scale used by guys to rate girls from a 0 to a 10 was in fact incorrect.

"Okay (pause for effect), now when you rate a girl, she is either a zero. Or a one. Hot. Or not. No in between."

Thank you for that clarification pimpled one.

Expressions on the faces of the bus travelers ranged from confusion to disgust. One elderly gent actually laughed out loud.

A House of Ones indeed. In that case, it appears the girls who have managed to garner the enviable rating of "1" appear to be going to a party of "Hosts of Zeros".

Sorry girls. Better luck next time.