This is awful. A lot of people got into trouble for my actions at the time and I still (30 years later) hae occasion to rue my actions and feel badly for the trouble that was caused.

Still it was very funny at the time. It was just unfortunate that people paid the price for it.

It was the occasion of EXPO 86 in Vancouver and I had the good fortune of being employed at a pavillion. Great times were had, unfortunately much of this was fueled by booze.

One night a group of us went on a tear. We were housed that summer at a local college.

While lurking about we discovered an open door into the building. Though not exactly a break-in we obviously were not there legally. We proceeded to the laundry bay whereupon we found dozens and dozens of hand towels on the roll (yes they had such a thing then). We lugged many of them outside via laundry trolleys out to the parking lot where a school bus sat just waiting for us to do something to it. It took hours for us to do so but in the end we had the bus completely wrapped in rolls of green hand towels.

The next morning we awoke to yelling and the flashing lights of multiple police cars. Out front in the parking lot were about a hundred boy scouts (who were also being housed in the dormatory) standing at attention receiving quite the dressing down by both a scout leader and a police officer. It was apparent that they were the primary suspects in the antics that had happened the previous night.

Despite the horrible guilt we five were far too afraid to fess up so we stood there and watched the poor boys get into supreme trouble. No longer were we laughing.

I have rarely told this story. Wouldn't want my grown children knowing their mother was a drunken law-breaking letch.