They started a Scouts pack (or whatever they call em) out of my elementary school in east Van once a week. A buncha pals and I signed up out of curiousity (mostly we thought it would be cool to be able to get into the school at night). So yeah, one night per week at the school. After 6 weeks the scoutmaster took us on an outing to Stanley Park. Bad decision. After playing games for a few hours we got bored so we tied the scoutmaster to a tree and took the bus home.
Dumfuck shouldn't have taught us how to tie knots.
Dumfuck shoulda "been prepared".
We never saw Dumfuck again.
Our parents were phoned and told the pack was shut down.
I learned I wasn't the boy-scout type.