I have an hour to kill at an EMS store in downtown Denver, so I go in to browse and grab an extra quick draw. I go straight to the desk by the climbing gear and ask for a quick-draw to be greeted by a first rate, “duh, what do you mean by quick draw.” At least a good 9.7. I get the draw then wander around the store for about 40 minutes looking for some stuff I need to get at somepoint like a Kelty Storm, some shell pants, Tevas, etc. When looking for the shell pants, a sales assosciate wonders over and tells me that if I plan to do some ice climbing I need some pants with reinforced shins for the front-points.
Thanks for the tip; I hear those pants with two legs are pretty nice too.
He tells me that it should be reinforced with a high-tech fabric some, “I forget the name.”
Kevlar, I suggest? “No, not Kevlar.” (Yes, Kevlar)
Spectra? “No, not Spectra.” (Yes, even better than Kevlar)
Cordura? “Yeah! That’s it.” (It’s cheap-ass nylon for God’s sake)
Enough of this shit, and I wonder back over to the climbing area and look at a few ascenders, Rescue 8s, and some 12.5mm rescue rope. Suddenly, the same idiotic sales-rep that did not recognize a quick-draw sees me, runs over, and starts adjusting the rope as if my touching it had done it some sort of grievous harm and mumbles some sort of shit about, “that’s rescue rope, don’t touch it, its very specific, for rescues, fire fighters, and what not. Very specific.” I AM ON A FUCKING ROCK RESCUE TEAM!!! Like I would even buy a quick-draw from him. I give him the draw and leave.
And you know just where to stick that double pronged rescue eight, EMS!