Oh, well here's a funny story. So occasionally I work at a rock-climbing gym as a rockclimbing instructor, and last week I was working with some little kid's birthday party. Thing about rockclimbing birthdays are that you get a certain type of clientele - I mean, rockclimbing ain't cheap, and when you've got 20 kids at the party, it costs several hundred dollars for the climbing alone, not to mention the cake, presents, etc.
So this little bratty kid's like, 9 years old and she's the birthday girl and she's a spoiled little bitch. You know she'll grow up to be the queen bee in high school who makes ppl feel bad about themselves while wearing Juicy Couture.
So she climbs halfway up the wall (like, only 12 feet off the ground) and she stalls, starts to whimper, and is all, "I WANNA COME DOWN NOW!" And I'm like, "WHAT WAS THAT? YOU'RE HAVING FUN??!!" She she's like, "I'M SCARED OF HEIGHTS!!" and I'm like, "YOU WANNA GO HEIGHER? OKAY!!" and I pull her up by the harness and rope.
Man, she was crying and I was laughing like a mofo. I'm not meant for customer service.
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