I used to get mad at the people who call in our activities to authorities, but now I feel more sorry for them than anything else. I mean, what a boring, sad existence one must have in order to see a bunch of kids obviously having fun, not harming anything or anyone, and get mad or scared and call the police. I don’t know anyone personally who fits this description, but I know they are out there, and I feel these people are the “tattle-tales” who everyone hated in elementary school because they told the teacher that it was Derek who threw the spool of thread at the back of the teacher’s head. (Heather, that one is for you, you little bitch. Way to break that hour and a half of solidarity between us classmates as we all refused to say who did it. That was one of my greatest moments of hope and pride for the human race, and you single-handedly destroyed that moment.)

Yeah, so we got shutdown by some loser of a tattle-tale with no friends. In fact if you look at one of the photos of Kenny climbing some metal thing, you can see her in a window in the background, waving wildly and yelling for us to stop.

Oh, to clarify one more thing, thankfully when on UBC campus, most people tend to contact campus security before contacting the police. I’m not sure why this is, but it’s held true for every time the situation has arisen. Maybe people do call the cops, and the cops dispatch the campus security in all cases except for serious altercations like axe-murdering and jumping naked off the 10m board at the pool. Anyway, I do appreciate this extra “true authority buffer”, and it usually means I’ll be flipping the bird and running away far before the boys with the red and blue lights on their cars show up.

However this time when the campus security arrived, it was in full force. No less than three cars came screeching to a halt as we sauntered away from our last climb, as well as some guy with a rather mean looking police dog. I would’ve sworn he was a real cop, had it not been for his “security” decal written in marker over his second-hand police uniform he purchased on EBay. Again, normally I would’ve politely bid my adieu and ran at this point, but I have this innate fear of mean looking dogs sinking their teeth into my toned calf muscles. Also, being a rather large group, and carrying a large bouldering pad on my back hinders mobility somewhat. I’d hate to be the lone moron who ran, and spoiled everything for the rest who stayed behind to have to deal with my erratic behaviour.

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