On Saturday I went geocaching on the bluffs. I climbed maybe 20 or 30m down for one of them and I thought that it wouldn't be too hard to get to the bottom. Boy was I wrong. There was a trail there, but it was slippery and smooth, down to a point where it became spongy and loose. Gross. Would not attempt again.
A few hours after that I was at the STC eating ice cream, and stopped in the Indigo pop-up. There was a security guard chewing up over the phone. "DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR CHILD IS?"
And in the corner was an unfortunately-dressed asian girl, probably 12 or 13, reading. I was like that once. A bookstore employee sat next to her.
The mum showed up.
"Oh I was only gone for half an hour or so!"
"THE BOOKSTORE EMPLOYEES SAY SHE'S BEEN THERE FOR FOUR HOURS AND WE HAVE THE SURVEILLANCE TAPES TOO"
Then she goes to the kid and tells her, in cantonese, "What did you tell them? Tell them you're fine! Did you tell them how long you were here?"
And the kid says "I don't know! I didn't say anything!"
Then the fuzz showed up and despite being all "NOBODY'S GONNA GET IN TROUBLE" I think someone probably got beat when they got home that day.