I know you can’t compare them objectively. But still, I wish I could take some of the good stuff to Indiana. There’s fewer smokers. The roads are wider and have bike paths that connect to other bike paths. The buses run on Sundays. 24-hour library access. (Not like Purdue’s where you have to break in.) More shops and eateries. Doesn’t smell like old people. Asians are under control.
Smoothies. Hell. Yes.
It’s not only the buses, it’s the culture. I saw performance art here. Freakin’ performance art. The dorms have different genders separated by one floor as opposed to Purdue’s 8-inches of brick-then-90-feet-of-open-space-more-brick separation.
And Fat sandwiches. End of story. Case closed. Good night, everybody.