What's your, if I'm going down, I'm taking you with me, story?

I was rock climbing and this guy who was my belayer for the day was kind of a jerk.

Well, no surprise, the guy spends most of his time flirting with a cute girl who's friendly,

but seriously not into him.

He gets chewed out by our lead for not paying attention, which means he

continues to not pay attention as he's incapable of picking up cues. Well, there's me, 25 feet or so

off the ground with my rope slack and feeling my hands slipping because I'm just running out of

steam. Now, having told him three times to pick up the slack, I look down and I see that he's

completely ignoring me to chat with this girl again. My mistake was looking down, as I reached

to readjust my weakening hold, and I slipped. The rope shoots out of his limp, sausage-like

fingers, and I begin to fall. I know a properly tied-off rope shouldn't do that, and I guess he messed that up too.

My only thought was, if I'm going to fall, I'm going to damn well land on him.

Well, I did. I landed straight on his cushy, jerk body. I was barely injured, by the way.

He was taken to hospital after having 80-odd kilos of me land on him from two stories up.

You know, I never happened to see him at that rock climbing club again. Wow, I mean, you took the

going down quite literally here. I once worked for a startup company, and they missed one of my

paychecks. It wasn't a gigantic deal

to me because they were a bit strapped for cash and we had a big release coming soon, and I was

decently paid anyway, so I just said, screw it. They then fired me two days before release,

making it sound like I'd been inadequate despite zero indication from them that I was such

before that day. So I made the proper legal arrangements to recoup my missing paycheck and told them I'd be going to labor and industry.

I'd already filed a complaint.

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