I adored mountain climbing.
Every weekend, my friends and I visited the arcade and used the rock climbing wall.
We frequently pushed one another to reach new heights or take bigger risks. I slipped and fell off the rock climbing wall last week. I was protected by a lot of safety equipment, so I wasn’t hurt, but falling wasn’t enjoyable either. I made a comment about how warm it was inside as we approached the rock climbing wall. It must have been close to eighty degrees inside when someone opened the arcade that morning because the thermostat had been turned up. The new manager informed me that there was a birthday party that afternoon after I said something to him. The kids wanted it to be warm. It was hot inside, which was nice, but warm. The higher I climbed up the rock wall, the more I began to perspire. By the time I was getting close to the top, my hands and eyes were perspiring, and I was drenched in sweat. I fell after my hands slipped off the notch. I went to the manager’s office as soon as I was free of the wall and the restraints. I told her I fell because my hands were sweating and showed her how red they were. Everyone occasionally falls off the wall, she assured me. I instructed her to lower the thermostat after displaying the thermometer to her. Up to 85 were present. She picked up the phone after stating that the thermostat was only set to 72 degrees. She was contacting the HVAC company because the thermostat was malfunctioning.