Maybe It Wasn't So Bad

Did my first 4-way in a month this afternoon. I had to explain all the
slots, brief and detail the exit and every single move for the entire
skydive. Two grips got dropped on the exit, people sank out and popped up
all over the place, they grip-switched and grabbed everything they could
reach. When we went for the satellite the tail flyer took a sidebody on me
and dragged me away from the point so hard I had to go into a track to drag
us back. The whole formation was spinning the entire time, and there was
nothing I could do that so much as slowed it down. There was no discipline
whatsoever, they were all over-amped and wound up so tight it's a wonder
they remembered to breathe. I got slammed, hit, and slapped, I've got
bruises coming out on both arms from where people gripped me, and I had to
beat people off me at breakoff.
When I landed I was thoroughly ticked off and all I wanted to do was give
those idiots shit for their complete lack of control and for ignoring all my
instructions about focusing, eye contact, and grip discipline.
Then I could hear them landing behind me, laughing and shouting with
excitement, thrilled to pieces about the best and highest scoring skydive
any of them had ever been on.
Maybe the jump wasn't that bad after all.
Larry