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Golden Shower at Tahquitz
by SCMA Member
Shawn Standley
I have recently heard rumors that the
wording of the waiver will be changed in an attempt to make it even more
comprehensive in its protection of club members. There is one category of
incident which is not covered by the waiver or club etiquette which should
perhaps be considered by the Board of Directors. This was recently brought
to light at the Ladies' Weekend at Tahquitz on 20th and 21st July.
I had just belayed Nancy Jensen up the
second pitch of Fingertrip, and we were getting the rack sorted
before continuing. There was the leader of another party on a second
stance just below us bringing up his partner - altogether an idyllic
climbing scene.
Feeling the slight coolness of water
droplets on my arm, in typical British fashion I looked up into the sky
expecting to see a thundercloud. Of course, this is Southern California,
not crag climbing in Wales, and there was not a cloud to be seen; it was a
perfect day.
"Somebody's pissing on us" I
ventured. Nancy had also looked up when I did, to see the fine mist
drifting from above. "I think it's chalk" she replied, rather
genteelly. But chalk isn't wet. I was expecting a deluge at any moment.
"HEY DO YOU WANNA STOP PISSING ON
US?" I shouted. Mike Feldman's voice drifted down, asking if we were
below (where else would we be?). "It can't be my piss. I can
see all my piss" he argued, somewhat petulantly.
Nancy and I are not people to leap to
conclusions. We have had the benefits of a modern education, where one is
taught to examine all possibilities before selecting the most likely
hypothesis. Not wishing to incorrectly accuse a club officer, our eyes
locked as we tensely ran through the possibilities. Either (a) there was a
large, flying creature with a bladder the size of Mike's flying overhead
(b) we were in the midst of an anomalous meteorological event prompted by
the recent partial eclipse of the sun, or (c) Mike was pissing on my head.
After less than a second's consideration,
we selected the latter conclusion.
"WELL WE'RE GETTING BLOODY WET, SO
STOP PISSING ON US OR I'LL SUE YOU."
"You can't - you signed a
waiver."
We were completely helpless. Hunched into
the wall in a vain attempt to escape further retribution from the playful
god above, I was feeling panicky and starting to sound a little shrill.
"THERE IS NOTHING IN THE WAIVER THAT
SAYS ANYTHING ABOUT BEING PISSED ON! THE MATTER OF URINATION IS NOT DEALT
WITH! I WOULD CERTAINLY RECALL SIGNING A DOCUMENT THAT ALLOWED PEOPLE TO
PISS ON MY HEAD." the diatribe eventually petered out as I ran out
of breath, and fortunately the impromptu golden shower did too. Although
Nancy and I were sufficiently thankful that Mike had stopped, the
guy doing the belaying below us was not feeling so generous. He
muttered dire warnings about what he was going to do to this Mike
character when he saw him.
I was somewhat alarmed by these
veiled threats, and Nancy set off swiftly to lead the third pitch up
to Lunch Ledge.
I followed up to find Mike and his
second, Denise, already on the ledge. Airing our concerns about the
surly character with no sense of humour below, we devised a cunning
plan. Mike and Denise would henceforward be referred to as 'John' and
'Betty'. Shortly afterwards as Mike was about to lead off,
The-Man-Who-Was-Pissed-On arrives. You've never heard a pair of
climbers be so polite to each other:
"On belay, Betty"
"John, your belay is on"
"Thank you Betty"
"You're welcome John"
"Betty, I'm climbing now"
"Climb on John"
To our great amusement, this feeble
charade continued throughout the next pitch ("slack, Betty"
"OK, John" etc) and it was good enough to fool Big 'n'
Angry. Appalled by my own temerity, I asked Betty if she knew that
Mike had pissed on us? Had she seen Mike today?
I don't think the waiver should be
changed to cover urination - life is sometimes full of surprises, and
we can never make things airtight. But next time one of you is
pissing on my head and I ask you to stop, just stop, OK? Don't give me
some lawyer argument.
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