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"You're skiing 189s? That's rediculous. I don't know if I can mount them for you since you should definitely be on 160s or something around there. You ride these new shaped skis really short."
I got the first PE's back in highschool and I took them to the like, nice upscale shop in my town to get mounted. I dropped them off with a guy and I forgot to tell him i wanted them mounted foward. Not center, but like +5 or something, I can't exactly remember. But I forgot, so i ran back in and was like, can you please mount these foward, and they're like oh yea sure. he didn't write anything down, and I figured it probably wouldn't happen, so I called back the next day to confirm that it was actually going to happen like i asked, oh yeah sure. So I go down there a while later to pick them up. Not mounted foward. I'm like, these don't look like their mounted foward at all. And of course, no one has any Idea what Im talking about. So I'm like fuck. the bindings go up here, not back here, thanks for the extra free holes in my brand new skis ass clowns.
note: i not gonna be a fucking faggot and argue with someone whos never seen me ski, or ever seen me at all
and how would a mid 50's shop guy think i would create a collision skiing because i wanted to buy crowbars?
note: do you know how to read sarcasm?
me and my friend are lookin at this sick onepiece.
saleslady: this is the womens section.
me:yea
saleslady: that suit is to big for you.
me: um..ok
saleslady: can you please go back to the mens section.
me: why cant i just....
saleslady: please leave my store.
me:ok bye.
my friend put the STLs back that he had on the counter to buy. she stared at us. we left.
----im looking at skis----
im looking at some 4frnt stl's and im holding them up to me to see hoe tall they are.
guy: i think you want to be looking over there (he points to the snowboards)
me: no these are what i want
guy: oh well suit yourself.