Alright this really bothers me.
Maybe there’s an explanation or something. But why in the world would U of A allow this?
These are great, prime tailgating spots that people have used for YEARS. Right by the stadium. Where the team does the HOG WALK where tailgates can be right next to it. First come, first serve. This area where my tailgate has been for years. And of the entire lot, you chose to reserve THESE spots? And tow?!
Why not do it to the Razorback Road side? Where no one tailgates? I don’t understand this logic at all.
And even if they allow “game day parking,” the signs make it tough to, you know, tailgate from your spot.
Talked to people at these tailgate areas and they are pretty livid.
Hopefully this is something that can be fixed. But it seems like this is just unnecessary.
Help me out @UArkansas
Biological and agricultural engineering is all one department at the University of Arkansas, which means every time I walk past their lounge I see women who look like this next to men that look like that
I am settling in for a showing of ‘Melania’ and the theater is PACKED!
Earlier, a bystander asked if I was heading in to see Avatar, and I stopped dead in my tracks.
“Avatar? No, son,” I curtly replied. “I don’t watch woke movies. I’m here to see the groundbreaking documentary about our incredibly talented First Lady.”
The man’s two little girls began jumping up and down, pulling on his sleeve, and begging, “Daddy, we want to see Melania!”
“But. But…” he stammered, “I thought you girls wanted to see Zootopia 2?”
“No, no, NO,” they said, now nearly shouting. “We want to see Melania!! She is the most beautiful First Lady EVER.”
Their father was scrambling, stressed out, and disoriented.
“Girls, I’m afraid you aren’t the only ones who are captivated by President Trump and his beautiful wife,” I said, kneeling to get on their level. “Virtually everyone in this theater is here for the 7:30 PM showing, and it’s been sold out for days.”
Tears began to well up in their eyes.
“But…” I said in a hushed tone, “I happen to have a few extra tickets with me, and I’d like you and your dad to have them.”
They jumped for joy and began hugging their father. He looked relieved as he wiped the sweat off his brow with a smile.
I handed him the tickets and pulled him close. “Raise these girls right,” I whispered. “Teach them to be classy conservative women of faith like Melania, don’t let them become like Meghan Markle. Capisce?”
He hugged me and thanked me profusely. “What are you going to do now?” He asked.
“Don’t worry about me, son,” I told him, with a twinkle in my eye. “I’ve already got tickets to the next showing.”