you boys are going to have to take this elsewhere

on my night shift a couple of weeks ago, a woman in her 50s came in and was absolutely panicked because "some students are going to hurt themselves!" apparently, a group of snowboarders, who couldn't wait any longer for some snow, drove up to rabbit ears pass, shoveled snow into their pickup, brought it back down and built a ramp onto a handrail here on campus. they were sliding handrails on their snowboards.

now, that's all fine and good if you're surrounded by snow. even hardpacked snow doesn't hurt as bad as the cold, hard reality of brambles and bushes and concrete. but, this was mid september, and the only snow down in town was the little ramp that these kids had just built. as a result, i was forced to call the security company - primarily to placate this hysterical woman, but also so i could keep my job. and, yeah, i guess so the kids wouldn't hurt themselves.

so, here's my problem... when did i become the guy who calls the security company on some kids!? i used to be those kids! i'm only 30 for chrissakes! it was only 10 years ago that i was taking a semester off in crested butte, co, wearing ridiculously big pants, working as little as possible, living on ramen and rice-a-roni and snowboarding 5 days a week. and now i'm forced to call security on my fellow shredders.

and to top it all off, these students actually call me sir.

kill me now.