Pat...
A "keep-shakin’-what-you-got" pat to the girls who were having a dance party in their underwear on Monday night.

From a passerby who was glad to see somebody knows how to break it down.

Dart...
A "the-library-is-not-the-place-for-a-first-date" dart to the couple that felt the need to flirt excessively during midterm week while the rest of the library was dead silent.

From an extremely annoyed and stressed college student.

Dart...
A "where-are-your-manners" dart to the group of girls at Kline’s Ice Cream on Sunday afternoon talking about deep-throating loud enough for all the customers to hear, including a family who just got out of the church across the street.

From a freshman girl who thinks it’s ridiculous that you even have those words in your vocabulary and can’t respect those around you.

Pat..
A "thanks-for-calling-me-out" pat to the three young men that I wrongly labeled as "gangsta-types" the other night.

From an embarrassed fifth-year "snobby white girl" who’s old enough to know better than to categorize people and is sorry she did.