Originally Posted by
do overr
Whats up with dorks from Colorado always getting into dorky situations, and then being dorky enough to tell about their dorkiness?
The real story:
Admin strides in with the self assumed air of authority which accrues only in those who have experienced the empowerment deriving from driving better to the ski area than everyone else.
The Neptune Clerk, whose keen eye for judging customers was formed by years of reading every single climbing article about every single pathetic named climb in greater Boulder area, does not immediately take notice of Admin; the Clerk is basking in his own glory of having just returned from a one week "expedition" to Patagonia where he sat in a tent the whole time because "it was a little windy." But it was core and an impressive story of survival to the Boulder patagonia wearing dweebs. His belated acknowledgment of Admin is an intentional and affected slight, honed by years talking but not doing.
Realizing the dis, the battle of the hard man titans ensues. Admin busts in with a "Do you know who I'm?!," followed with a detailed, spittle articulated, blow by blow account of "400' first descents." Sensing the desired of impression has not been made, Admin then resorts to diatribes about how famous he is on a website called the tgr forums and offers to show the Clerk a sticker on his ride in a grasping attempt for validation.
The Clerk's climbing tights, underneath his climbing shorts, are now creeping uncomfortable up the nearest ass crack, inducing the realization that this fucking poser wants the only remaining pair of boots promised to his girlfriend. They both wear a men's 27.5 and she'll kick his ass if he sold boots.
So the Clerk employs the time honored Neptune gear snob routine, thus defeating Admin, who, flustered, strides pufflingly out, trying to make himself look bigger than he is, forgetting to take his skis.