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Competitive trivia has made a sizeable impact on my character: as a player it took me down a peg and dashed the arrogance that was worming itself into my head, and now as captain it teaches me to put my desire to win aside and focus on my teammates' needs instead of trying to minmax the team lineup. It also gave me my first experience of being screwed over by the bureaucracy this year when our team got withdrawn from every game in the season without our knowledge because we lacked a chaperone and my co-captain and I had to send like a million emails proposing solutions so we could play at provincials...
I digress. One of my funniest trivia anecdotes is from the two months I was away at a university summer program in the States last year. During the second or third week some mutual friends left the college town to a nearby place that specialized in hot chicken and ordered a couple sandwiches, then brought it back to the lounge for others to try. I had some of the bread and thought it was pretty fucking bad, and one of the guys who ate more of it emphasized its painful aftereffects, telling us it hurt to piss afterwards. A couple weeks later one of our Resident Advisors--this twentysomething college student--decided to start a trivia night on QB Reader, swearing up and down nobody could beat him. I made him promise that if I won he'd order one of those hot chicken sandwiches, and I remember putting off the pset due that night so I could go to the lounge and play. I ended up winning and after sending "I REALLY DISLIKE (my name)" in the program group chat, he doordashed a chicken sandwich and invited everyone to come watch. Only, the delivery driver miraculously had an accident on the road, and the chicken sandwich was never delivered. Perhaps it was divine providence, perhaps it was an inside job, but either way he never had to eat the sandwich. Somebody else suggested he get his nails painted as punishment, but some latent sadism in me decided that would not be nearly as funny, and as I didn't care to enforce this penalty he got off scot free.
Another time we were playing against another school and the reader asked "what lubricant is secreted by the lacrimal glands?" This kid from the opposing team had the guts to say what we were all thinking and, upon calling out his answer, instantly turned bright red. Being a bunch of immature tenth graders we all laughed our asses off. I say that as if we wouldn't now...
Y'know, if trivia had a theme song it'd be Gilbert and Sullivan's "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General." Heeeey, now I know what to title this post!
I digress. One of my funniest trivia anecdotes is from the two months I was away at a university summer program in the States last year. During the second or third week some mutual friends left the college town to a nearby place that specialized in hot chicken and ordered a couple sandwiches, then brought it back to the lounge for others to try. I had some of the bread and thought it was pretty fucking bad, and one of the guys who ate more of it emphasized its painful aftereffects, telling us it hurt to piss afterwards. A couple weeks later one of our Resident Advisors--this twentysomething college student--decided to start a trivia night on QB Reader, swearing up and down nobody could beat him. I made him promise that if I won he'd order one of those hot chicken sandwiches, and I remember putting off the pset due that night so I could go to the lounge and play. I ended up winning and after sending "I REALLY DISLIKE (my name)" in the program group chat, he doordashed a chicken sandwich and invited everyone to come watch. Only, the delivery driver miraculously had an accident on the road, and the chicken sandwich was never delivered. Perhaps it was divine providence, perhaps it was an inside job, but either way he never had to eat the sandwich. Somebody else suggested he get his nails painted as punishment, but some latent sadism in me decided that would not be nearly as funny, and as I didn't care to enforce this penalty he got off scot free.
Another time we were playing against another school and the reader asked "what lubricant is secreted by the lacrimal glands?" This kid from the opposing team had the guts to say what we were all thinking and, upon calling out his answer, instantly turned bright red. Being a bunch of immature tenth graders we all laughed our asses off. I say that as if we wouldn't now...
Y'know, if trivia had a theme song it'd be Gilbert and Sullivan's "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General." Heeeey, now I know what to title this post!
