One afternoon in college, a couple friends and I skipped out on our afternoon classes and took off to go rock climbing. Where we went to school in Chattanooga, this is a thing people do with relative frequency. It’s the coolest city ever—trust me on that one.
While at the crag (climbing area), we stumbled across the all too frequent occurrence of a male climber failing to properly introduce his girlfriend (maybe wife) to the hobby. She was belaying him from the ground (holding one end of the rope so he didn’t die when he fell—which he did a lot) as he loudly stumbled through the route he was trying to finish.
My friends and I watched in silent horror as he repeatedly snapped at his girlfriend for letting him take too big of falls or