Rude B****

The beginning: I thought it was quite humorous that you chose job corp as your example, the first one that came to my mind was also from job corp....
Miranda and I walk in the side door of the job corps rec building, I look to my right there are a bunch of scruffy misfits all playing pool or running around the pool hall. What a mess this place was, but after all it is the rec building. I head towards the gym, there is an intramural game going on, the yellow team vs. the black team. I lace up and change into my gym clothes, then the rest of my team arrives and follows my lead.

The middle: It was 9:00 pm now, and the intramural game was coming to an end. My team was all laced up and ready to play when I hear a faint voice on the sidelines, “Kris come here quick!” Miranda blurted out. I jog over to her and ask “What babe?” “You can't play here, they are calling the cops. I don't believe her at first, then I see this women who appears as if she was just smelling bad cheese. I jog over to her and ask her why we can not play against her students. “Because your not cleared with security!” She snapped out at me. “I understand this, we can give our identification and get clearance if that is acceptable, we just came here to play basketball.” I tried to reason with her, but she clearly was nearing the end of her shift. When a selfish individual is on salary, why would they want to stay late so kids can play some late night basketball rather then go out and find some trouble to get into? I answered my own question, “a selfish individual.”

The end: The selfish lady does not like me questioning her “authority” so she calls the security guard over to assist in having us leave. This was the final straw, we had been invited to this facility by the students, to do something active and productive for the kids that attend the school and I was being escorted out by security? I felt disrespected, mistreated, and quite frankly, I was pissed off. The bean pole of a security guard walks towards me, I immediately alert him that he has no authority, and I do not need an escort because WE ARE leaving. If they did not want us there, that was fine, but the manner in which they were doing it was just wrong. Calling the cops on my team was wrong, we were not doing anything other then trespassing on a basketball court. We were not criminals coming there to rob them of every cent they had in this world, we were there to exercise, play basketball, and have some good old fashioned fun.