Ignoring Instructions
When I was small, a friend of mine waved a big plastic bottle at me and asked me if I "wanted some drinking yoghurt?" I pointed out the "do not drink" label, but no, he was convinced this was a big jug of a particularly strange, liquid yoghurt that was briefly popular in the 70s.
He was sick for hours, after consuming a suprisingly large quantity of washing liquid.
What instructions have you ignored?
( , Thu 4 May 2006, 11:24)
When I was small, a friend of mine waved a big plastic bottle at me and asked me if I "wanted some drinking yoghurt?" I pointed out the "do not drink" label, but no, he was convinced this was a big jug of a particularly strange, liquid yoghurt that was briefly popular in the 70s.
He was sick for hours, after consuming a suprisingly large quantity of washing liquid.
What instructions have you ignored?
( , Thu 4 May 2006, 11:24)
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At the mountains of madness
I like going up big hills. I've been doing it for a long time and know my way around. This is important because if something goes wrong thousands of feet up a big remote steep thing then you are in a world of hurt.
None of which explains how on Friday me and a mate managed to take a dangerous and difficult route up the WRONG PEAK. We spent ages crawling up a very steep, treacherous scree slope searching for "the intermittent path" when "the intermittent path" was in fact half a mile away.
The shameful part is he had a GPS. And I had a map. The GPS was in his hotel room. The map in my pack. Neither were looked at once.
The instruction I will follow from now on: if you have navigation tools, use 'em.
( , Tue 9 May 2006, 12:38, Reply)
I like going up big hills. I've been doing it for a long time and know my way around. This is important because if something goes wrong thousands of feet up a big remote steep thing then you are in a world of hurt.
None of which explains how on Friday me and a mate managed to take a dangerous and difficult route up the WRONG PEAK. We spent ages crawling up a very steep, treacherous scree slope searching for "the intermittent path" when "the intermittent path" was in fact half a mile away.
The shameful part is he had a GPS. And I had a map. The GPS was in his hotel room. The map in my pack. Neither were looked at once.
The instruction I will follow from now on: if you have navigation tools, use 'em.
( , Tue 9 May 2006, 12:38, Reply)
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