They were efficient. Check you in, sign this, move you onto the next location, suit up and then you’re waiting for your turn. You watch others freaking out. No first time wasn’t nervous.
They got me up and ready. I leapt. Slight panic (there it was finally) in free fall. Shit. Then the cord catches up to me and snaps me back, I bounce five times before they winch me up, dangling upside down. They laugh.
“Why didn’t you pull the yellow cord?”
“Because you didn’t put it in the right place. I couldn’t find it.”
“Well pull it now. Hurry. Hurry.”
“Shut up and pull me in.”
The boys drag me in laughing still and making stupid comments. As soon as I’m free and upright I shove one away. “Sperm slurper.”
As a business they try too hard to be awesome and cool. Everything is staged and most of the people come off as jerks. On the trip to the jump they played old classics; ACDC, Def Lepard, Twista Sista. Try hards.
I would have to compare this to sky diving, not very exciting, just another thing to cross off the list.