That awkward moment when...

When you are out of ear shot and accidentally start simul-climbing.

Matt Toensing wrote:You find out that guy she is climbing with is actually her boyfriend

While driving across the state in search of a "Mom n Pop" iced mocha latte shop that hasn't been forced to shutter it's doors for lack of tourism dollars, the OP succumbs to heat exhaustion and accidentally drives off of highway 191 between Blanding and Monticello.

Although relatively unscathed from a collision with random sagebrush and fenceposts the OP's ride will later be totalled by his insurance company.

Given the lateness of the hour and and the unusual closeness of the local coyote pack the OP opts to thumb a ride to the nearest town and begins putting boots to pavement.
As the sun begins setting behind the mighty La Sals, a faint rolling sound resonates from the distant highway.

Just then, as chance would have it, "The obligatory random 'Rado shows up" offering assistance.

The OP, unable to look his samaritan directly in the eyes, stumbles awkwardly to make polite conversation with his would be rescuers, but mostly looks downward with disdain and kicks pebbles across the road.

Sensing the accident victim is very upset, the samaritan takes lead in the conversation;
-I noticed by the plethora of Dig-Me-Stickers on your vehicle you must be a climber?
OP shrugs shoulders and nods accordingly.
-We just finished the Lighning Bolt Cracks on the South side of North Six Shooter Peak, were you climbing in the Creek today?
OP again shrugs shoulders and nods accordingly...
-If your headed to Blanding we can give you a ride as far as the junction with the 491. From there we're scootin on over to Telluride where we live.
"Sure, that will do fine," mumbles the OP.
-You were fortunate we came upon you as dark as it's getting. I never thought I'd be rescuing a climber in the desert this late!
Allow me to introduce myself, my name is {removed to protect the innocent}
And you are?

(Cue Awkward Silence)....

As you were.

You're belaying your buddy up a pitch and the leader of another party coming up the last one correctly guesses what you ate last night by climbing through the big one you just ripped. You then hang out at the belay for 45 mins with this gifted fart sniffer.

Tom-o Erectus wrote: Just then, as chance would have it, "The obligatory random 'Rado shows up"

Tom-o Erectus wrote: (Cue Awkward Silence).... As you were.

You've just driven 45 min. to the crag and your partner looks at you and says, "we agreed, we're using your rope today, you brought it right?"...oops!

..you have to pee really badly....

Darren Mabe wrote: or she finds out the girl shes been climbing with is actually her boyfriend.

when i saw a dude rapping naked

you ask your partner if the crag was north or south, then abruptly turn around

safetyfourth wrote: That awkward moment when the Oligatory Rado DOES show up and writes some ridiculous random shit. No please. Continue. I want to hear the part where the Rados try to dickstab the OP in his fartbox on the way to Black Canyon.

...you get an erection at church.

... a neanderthal walks into a bar and says...

safetyfourth wrote: That awkward moment when the Oligatory Rado DOES show up and writes some ridiculous random shit. No please. Continue. I want to hear the part where the Rados try to dickstab the OP in his fartbox on the way to Black Canyon.

your partner ate a bad chicken salad sandwich at the gas station, sneezes and blasts a dook in his shorts mid pitch. you laugh really hard, then remember he left his harness at home and he's wearing your spare

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[copied from Supertopo]
"So it's around 1985 and Harlin's guidebook had just come out. The first published recording of the Needles, but it's only so-so.
We're in that little diner just down the ways from Dome Rock. They had a hand written guide that climber's would update with the latest new routes.
We're planning to do WPOD [White Punks on Dope] the next day and was looking for approach info.
So I'm sitting in the booth waiting while Bruce is pouring over the drawings by the register, his back to the door. All of a sudden he just busts a gut laughing.
"Jim, check it out! Right next to it is, "Black Dudes on Welfare"!"
he yells from about 20 feet away.
Just as a black family-husband, wife, kids, came in through the screen door.
Musta been the only black family for about 100 miles.Christ....
It got painfully quiet right about then."

Driving into Indian Creek in the middle of the night and getting flagged down by a group of dirty creek dwellers. The leader of the group points at the ditch and asks, "Dude, did you just hit that dear?" We reply, "No." To which they seem very pleased and ask, "So you don't want it?" (I can only assume they had not eaten real meat in a long time.)

kwalstad wrote:Driving into Indian Creek in the middle of the night and getting flagged down by a group of dirty creek dwellers. The leader of the group points at the ditch and asks, "Dude, did you just hit that dear?" We reply, "No." To which they seem very pleased and ask, "So you don't want it?" (I can only assume they had not eaten real meat in a long time.)

You drive an hour to the crag, hike uphill for an hour, rack up, and your partner says he forgot his belay device in the trunk.

you're at a 3-day conference at a swanky resort in Jackson and have been sleeping in your truck in the parking lot to avoid the $200+/night room cost and you groggily and half-eyed hungover crawl out of your truck to piss at 6am only to see the esteemed Dr, the keynote speaker from the Netherlands, reviewing some notes in his rental car and staring at you half perplexed, half amused, as you hose down the grass.