So I'm standing in the back office at the Mountain Sharpshooters shop in Lionshead Village and I'm catching a bit of a conversation between Kurt, the manager, and Pepa, a cute, but very spoiled Argentinian girl, about proper attire for the store. Pepa is wearing a pair of red cords and we're supposed to wear black pants in the shop.

Kurt comes fuming into the back where I'm standing, his face red like something you'd see in a Popeye cartoon and proceeds to smash the shit out of the drywall, making a fist-sized hole about shoulder high. This would be bad enough but there are 3 or 4 other fist-sized holes in the dry wall in the back office.

This is just one more indication that Kurt does not exactly have the right mentality to manage a group of J-1 foreign student photographers, even in a low stress environment (at least it would be low stress without Kurt around) like ours.