Party Gone South Scenario

[Infected Mushroom]

The following hypothetical scenario invites a number of moral considerations and various courses of action to be considered; it’s a bit long-winded but I guarantee you there is a very serious discussion point at the end of it all:

You are a young university student and hang out with a somewhat immature crowd. During one of your drunken gambling games you lost and thus you earn the responsibility to host a big party (thankfully, others will pitch in for the beer costs and bring food).

You decide to host the party near a farmhouse run by your relatives in the British Columbian mountains; you have a lot of outdoor activities planned out and there will be food in plentiful. Since your relatives are visiting Seattle, the farmhouse and all facilities are yours to use. You are super excited about the party and so is the rest of the class. You decide to host the party outdoors and set the tables up outside so there is a nice scenic view.

You tell everyone that they are to dress casually.

However, a girl named Felicié (who doesn’t normally hang around your crowd but somehow was invited) shows up dressed in super expensive high fashion brand clothes with her red hair done perfectly as if for a prom; she wears copious amounts of expensive make up and she wears a red ruby gem necklace that looks extremely pricy. This sort of clothing is not very practical for an outdoors party but Felicié really wants to make an impression.

She spends most of the day making subtle jabs at how poorly dressed everyone else is all the while remaining incredibly energetic. She also makes a number of slightly politically incorrect jokes but because the crowd is mostly made up of males who don’t want to potentially lose out, they laugh along. She does not participate in the events, saying that she doesn’t want her Ralph Lauren sleeveless top stained. She volunteers to be the party photographer and spends most of the day taking photos from the distance.

You’re honestly getting a bit annoyed at her as the day drags on but you do and say nothing, wanting to keep the activities going. Despite this somewhat unfriendly attitude, at any point in the day, no less then four people are trying to talk to her.

In the late afternoon, after things die down a bit, you stand around having a special chat with your romantic date. At length you wander into a part of the outdoor farmhouse close to where there is a partially sealed off large mud pit (the pigs themselves are not there because they’ve been moved to another place beforehand).

Felicié wanders by and casually asks to take a picture of you standing next to your date. You aren’t too comfortable with this idea but your date says it sounds “sweet” and agrees.

Felicié takes out her camera and struggles with the angle. Taking far longer than anticipated, she suddenly asks that you step back a little. You take a few steps back and suddenly find yourself with one foot inside the mud pit! Your sneakers and a large part of your pants (almost knee-deep) are completely soaked in the filthy disgusting mud; you let out a shocked cry as you hurriedly step out.

Meanwhile, Felicié is dying of laughter and unsympathetically starts to take pictures of you with your ruined shoe and pants, her trick on you having worked to perfection.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!” you yell at her angrily.

Felicié tells you it was only a small prank and that you should relax. She also makes a number of comments about your intelligence (“How can you NOT know the pit was right behind you? It’s your own farm COME ON!”) To your annoyance, your date seems to find this absolutely hilarious too and joins Felicié in laughing at you. The crowd of the entire party approaches, having heard the shouting; they are very curious. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH” many in the crowd cry out at the sight of your mess as if they’ve just discovered some new form of fire. “YOU GOT OWNED DUDE!”” Felicié rapidly recaps what happened, making sure to remind the crowd that you “weren’t very smart” because you stepped into a mud pit inside “your own” farm. The crowd is very amused.

The crowd shouts out some insults at you and you struggle to find the right words. Then you suddenly notice that Felicié has travelled to the other side where there is an elevated hill top about five meters high above the mud pit.

“Hold him still so that I can take better pictures!” she yells at the crowd, wanting to get a better angle for the pictures of your misfortune. “This is a highlight!”

To your absolute outrage, your “friends” turn on you, they block your escape and you are basically forced to turn around so she can take the pictures of you from the hilltop. You are extremely angry and find none of this amusing at all.

Felicié takes a few pictures of you. Then she notices that there is a long wooden plank extending out from the hill she is standing on, firmly nailed to the hill and about 10 inches wide.

“I’m going to get a better angle,” she shouted out as she approached the plank.

“Hey careful Felicié” some dude grabbing you shouts out at her. “That thing might be unstable!” (“YEAH!” echo chamber cries, “Be careful!”)

She tests the stability of the wooden plank with one foot; it doesn’t move even in the slightest and is extremely firm. She decides to step unto it. As she does so, the entire crowd starts to clap, whistle and cheer at her bravery. Now completely on the board, Felicié proceeds to endlessly snap pictures of you in your unfortunate state. Seeing an opportunity to show off her fine clothes and her beauty, Felicié proceeds to do a little dance on the wooden plank; exhibiting a very fine practiced technique, making a few twirls before gracefully lifting her tailored skirt slightly and bowing.

You are absolutely disgusted but at the same time relieved because the crowd is no longer grabbing you. You are no longer the center of attention as every eye is on her and everyone is cheering and clapping enthusiastically; all of the males in the audience seem particularly impressed with her.

As Felicié turns to leave, an act of God happens. The camera in her hand slips a little… she suddenly loses her balance, tries to stay on the plank, but trips over sideways and falls… shrieking at the top of her voice… she falls straight into the mud pit below, making a massive splash.

The entire crowd falls silent; this is punctuated by many gasp of horror.

The poor girl is completely soaked in mud, her entire outfit and her face and hair are 100% ruined and she cries out in denial; this includes the Ralph Lauren top, the tailored skirt, her gem necklace, and fine shoes. “OH MY GAWWWWWWWWD!” she cries out. “NO! NO! NOOOOO!” As she walks out of the pit, one of her shoes gets stuck in the mud and she has to pull it out, shooting a large spray of mud out. To her further embarrassment, she trips over a few more times. The camera is not retrieved since it is lost in the mud; there will be no pictures of you from her.

Instantly the predatory crowd turns against her and there is laughter, snickering and jeering everywhere; many people use their hands and faces to do imitations of her movements as she danced and fell. Felicié throws the crowd a poisonous look before storming off with some tears, seemingly really hurt.

The party resumes as everyone goes back to the food and games. During this time, you understandably break up with your date because they betrayed you in a time of need. You walk into a barn where you switch to a new pair of pants and sneakers; you made preparations since you anticipated things might get messy outdoors (though obviously not this messy).

You are surprised when Felicié approaches you in the middle of the party about 5 minutes later, still looking like a mess and covered in mud. She ignores the looks from the other party members. She coldly tells you she wants to go home now and get cleaned. You tell her truthfully that the parking lot for the cars is a 20 minute hike away from the farm; the path is clearly marked out.

Still the talk of the party, someone else yells some insults at her. “NICE ONE FELICIE!” someone else adds.

“STOP IT!” she screams back at them before turning back to you.

In desperation she asks to use the showering facilities inside the house (technically your absent relatives’ home) to clean up before going. The way that she asks is:

“Okay then, can I please use the showering facilities in the house then? … Cause you can’t expect me to walk to my car and drive home looking like THIS?! (points at her clothes*) RIGHT?! It wouldn’t be safe … …I need a shower… WELL?! CAN I?!”

…

So the natural discussion questions that stem from this is:

1. What do you say to Felicié and what do you do next? Why? Do you help or not? How do you proceed? (the question is not, how SHOULD you respond, its how WOULD you respond?) Justify your decision.

2. To what extent do you believe there is a duty of Forgiveness?

1. I understand there will likely be no sincere apologies from the girl. But I would still press my advantage in a mildly vindictively way;

“I demand an apology from you. Otherwise, I really don’t see why I should help you get inside to shower. I truly do not. … Also, you have to promise to clean up the mess you will make in the house with a cleaning cloth because that’s a lot of trouble.”

Any objections or complaints from her will be met with:

“Well whose fault is it?”

2. There's no such thing. No such thing.

[The South Falls]

This lady is obviously a bad person. The crowd are bad people and your date is horrible. She has made you fall and humiliated you in the process. But, she has paid her penance, karma bas been exercised upon her. So, I'll tell her she can shower in my showers, upon some conditions.

1. She gives me the camera and I delete all pictures and videos of me falling in the mud.
In return, I will delete any videos I took.
2. She walks to the hill, mud stained, and apologizes to me in front of the crowd.
I will not insult or otherwise make fun of her while this happens. It will be over quickly.

3. She agrees to never come to my parties ever again. If she does, I am obligated to report her for trespassing.

Am I a bad person for this? Yea. Am I a vindictive man? Yes. But am I one who is to be trampled upon? Of course not. I don't take shit like that.

There is a duty of forgiveness to an extent. Such a duty comes to me in not harming her any further. However, righting wrongs is something that I fully believe in, and will do in a non-harmful way, to the best of my extent.

[Infected Mushroom]

This lady is obviously a bad person. The crowd are bad people and your date is horrible. She has made you fall and humiliated you in the process. But, she has paid her penance, karma bas been exercised upon her. So, I'll tell her she can shower in my showers, upon some conditions.

1. She gives me the camera and I delete all pictures and videos of me falling in the mud.
In return, I will delete any videos I took.
2. She walks to the hill, mud stained, and apologizes to me in front of the crowd.
I will not insult or otherwise make fun of her while this happens. It will be over quickly.

3. She agrees to never come to my parties ever again. If she does, I am obligated to report her for trespassing.

Am I a bad person for this? Yea. Am I a vindictive man? Yes. But am I one who is to be trampled upon? Of course not. I don't take shit like that.

There is a duty of forgiveness to an extent. Such a duty comes to me in not harming her any further. However, righting wrongs is something that I fully believe in, and will do in a non-harmful way, to the best of my extent.

Number 2 sounds like it would be massively embarrassing.

[The South Falls]

This lady is obviously a bad person. The crowd are bad people and your date is horrible. She has made you fall and humiliated you in the process. But, she has paid her penance, karma bas been exercised upon her. So, I'll tell her she can shower in my showers, upon some conditions.

1. She gives me the camera and I delete all pictures and videos of me falling in the mud.
In return, I will delete any videos I took.
2. She walks to the hill, mud stained, and apologizes to me in front of the crowd.
I will not insult or otherwise make fun of her while this happens. It will be over quickly.

3. She agrees to never come to my parties ever again. If she does, I am obligated to report her for trespassing.

Am I a bad person for this? Yea. Am I a vindictive man? Yes. But am I one who is to be trampled upon? Of course not. I don't take shit like that.

There is a duty of forgiveness to an extent. Such a duty comes to me in not harming her any further. However, righting wrongs is something that I fully believe in, and will do in a non-harmful way, to the best of my extent.

Number 2 sounds like it would be massively embarrassing.

By design. I'm not a big guy, so I must project myself.

[Valrifell]

Bold of you to assume even a hypothetical version of myself has friends.

[Infected Mushroom]

Bold of you to assume even a hypothetical version of myself has friends.

But of course we all have friends and dates in hypotheticals (even though clearly rotten ones); it’s standard default setting in my scenarios

[Des-Bal]

1. "You can't come in my house, you're filthy. Why would you come to a party caked in filth you horrible pig monster?"

2. Forgiveness happens or it doesn't, it's not a choice. Also your hypothetical me is a lot more high strung than actual me I would not be horribly offended. I would think it was funny someone showed up overdressed to a party and acted awful all the time.

3. Jesus fucking christ that was a very long road to a very simple hypothetical.

[Ifreann]

I'm sorry, no part of this premise is within the realm of my possible behaviours, so I can only conclude that I would have aborted this sequence of events long before it got to the stage of some ridiculous Quebecois girl dangling over a pig sty.

[Infected Mushroom]

I'm sorry, no part of this premise is within the realm of my possible behaviours, so I can only conclude that I would have aborted this sequence of events long before it got to the stage of some ridiculous Quebecois girl dangling over a pig sty.

Québécois!

...

Why’s it so outside of your realm of behavior?

[Gun Manufacturers]

I'd point to the outdoor hose, and tell her she can clean up outside before she leaves (and make it clear she is no longer welcome at my party). If she goes into the house anyways, I'd call the cops and have her arrested for breaking and entering, as well as trespassing.

[Infected Mushroom]

I'd point to the outdoor hose, and tell her she can clean up outside before she leaves (and make it clear she is no longer welcome at my party). If she goes into the house anyways, I'd call the cops and have her arrested for breaking and entering, as well as trespassing.

She can’t enter the house, you have the keys and it’s locked

Many Canadians do not lock doors but your relatives do

[Kubra]

Is this a what if or a short story

[Infected Mushroom]

Is this a what if or a short story

Both?

I guess?

[Gun Manufacturers]

I'd point to the outdoor hose, and tell her she can clean up outside before she leaves (and make it clear she is no longer welcome at my party). If she goes into the house anyways, I'd call the cops and have her arrested for breaking and entering, as well as trespassing.

She can’t enter the house, you have the keys and it’s locked

Many Canadians do not lock doors but your relatives do

Hence the BREAKING and entering.

[Sougra]

1. I'd let her use it. I'd probably be very pissed off and saying something along the lines of "And that's why you shouldn't effing mess with people. And you better be quick. I'm going to need to use it too. It's my place after all." As for a justification, my justification is that I consider revenge to be something one shouldn't do. She's at a low point, and even though she's (a/an insert expletive here), I'd try and handle the situation while being as nice to her as possible. You don't know what kind of problems she has or if this is enough for her to commit suicide over, so I'd try and be mindful of that, even though I'd pretty much be seeing red and feel as if she deserved what she got.

2. As for a duty of forgiveness, that's up to the person who is faced with forgiving someone. In my case, I'd hate her for sure, but I'd forgive in the sense of being as nice to her as I could. If years, months, or weeks later she genuinely gave a heartfelt apology, I'd forgive her. The days immediately after are kind of murky. I don't know. If someone murdered someone I love for example, and then legitimately apologized, then there's no doubt I'd hate them, but I'd forgive them in the sense of accepting their apology.

[United Muscovite Nations]

This scenario is so specific and so irrelevant to almost anything, that I have to believe that this is something that actually happened to you.

[United Muscovite Nations]

Number 2 sounds like it would be massively embarrassing.

By design. I'm not a big guy, so I must project myself.

UUUU

[Infected Mushroom]

She can’t enter the house, you have the keys and it’s locked

Many Canadians do not lock doors but your relatives do

Hence the BREAKING and entering.

Wouldn’t you be concerned about what your horrible friends would think of you calling the cops over this?

[Aggicificicerous]

The following hypothetical scenario invites a number of moral considerations and various courses of action to be considered; it’s a bit long-winded but I guarantee you there is a very serious discussion point at the end of it all...

That was an absurd, over-dramatic mess. I don't know why the girl's name has to be "Felicié", or why her hair has to be red, or why everyone is screaming and overacting. Do you write erotica? All the little details were so bizarrely specific, I was really expecting the whole thing to devolve into an orgy.

Anyway, I let her use the shower. Apparently all my friends are assholes, so I don't associate with them again.

[Geneviev]

1. What do you say to Felicié and what do you do next? Why? Do you help or not? How do you proceed? (the question is not, how SHOULD you respond, its how WOULD you respond?) Justify your decision.
I would help her, since she needs it. I would expect that she at least apologises but she wouldn't have to.

2. To what extent do you believe there is a duty of Forgiveness?
It would make most sense for anyone in that situation to not forgive her but I'd try.

[Right wing humour squad]

What’s the tl:dr on this one?

[Sougra]

What’s the tl:dr on this one?

Rich girl is being really mean to you at party and laughs when you fall into a pit of mud, and takes a bunch of pictures of you. She then tries to get a better angle from up high and falls into the pit of mud herself. The situation is that she comes back and asks if she can use your washroom to clean up. Then it's the two questions in the OP. That's as good as I can put it, although I may be missing some stuff.

[Unstoppable Empire of Doom]

I'd tell her no and make her walk to her car while the entire party followed laughing and taking pictures. Her car would be covered in pig shit with "cunt" keyed on the hood...... Not really that would be horrible. I'm not that edgy.

I would show her to one of the showers and if possible find some clean clothes for her if needed. I would also offer to walk her to her car with my girlfriend. I would then inform her that she is not welcome back. I would wish her well in other endeavors in life but clearly her and I are not friends. We are not enemies either but I expect my friends to laugh at my misfortune just as I laugh at myself but then help me. Calling me stupid and taking pictures is just petty. I would inform the other guests that I had asked her to leave and I hope the party may continue just the same.

[Starpoint]

I think I would let her use the shower. Regardless of whether or not I forgive her (which I don’t think I entirely would), there is nothing significant that I can see myself standing to lose from it, and I wouldn’t want anyone to have to walk 20 minutes to their car in the night and then sit all the way home covered in mud. However, I would also have to make it very clear that her behavior at my party was unacceptable, and that, if I ever throw another party, she will not be invited.

[Scomagia]

I can't even get to the hypothetical since I'd have kicked the bitch out of my party shortly after she arrived. Assuming I didn't, though, I would after her prank. She's not using my shower. I wouldn't even let her use the hose outside. She'd be unwelcome and made to leave immediately. Fuck her clothes and fuck her car.

Forgiveness has meaning precisely because it can be refused. In this case, she'd get none.