Snowpants. Yes. Snowpants were the root of all evil today. A small group of my friends went to go snowboarding today at Crotched Mountain in New Hampshire today for a few quick hours of shredding. Shortly after our arrival and the quick removal of our equipment, my great friend, we'll say his name is Phil, finds out he does not have his snow pants, or his season pass to several mountains in the New England Area. The second item, the season pass not being a big deal, and we figure that we can just find some snowpants, or use some from an instructor, or look in the lost and found. No.
Much to my dismay, no one is willing to let a few college kids borrow a pair of pants from the lost and found. Even the instructors who work there denied us from borrowing theirs.Wow. Amazing that even at a small mountain no one would be kind enough to help us out after a two hour drive. So we figure let's go to the ski shop, they gotta be willing to let us just use a pair in exchange for us giving them our keys and wallets etc. Not a damn thing, or person was willing to help us out. Which honestly left us feeling miserable as we trudged back to the car and took a long trip home. I mean, I had all my gear, but I couldn't just leave my bro behind in the dust could I? That's just not cool. It's a shame, all we needed was a pair of large snowpants for a few measeley hours. Bastards.
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