Haha, ok, so a few years ago, first season on my 1080's, I was hitting this lip that spat you out on a groomer. It was a lot of fun, I was learning butters, butter 1's, ect. I was skiing at night and the hill was like deserted, save for this family. In the lift line at the bottom, the mom skis over to me, and goes "Well, arent you the cutest little skier!"
I was 17, 5'10". That still confuses me to this day.
Recently however, I got on the chair with this lady and her 'boss'. She proceeds to read out loud the ten steps of the skiers responsibility code posted on each lift tower. She freaks out about my not putting the bar down as soon as I got on ("I dont know why nobody here does it, it must be an East Coast thing!!!"), and then freaks out again when she realizes she missed number 4 of the posted code because she was talking her mouth off. I know it might be wrong, but when she fell getting off the lift, I kinda smiled to myself.
And a month back, some guy riding Pontoons asked me what brand of skis I had. I ride K2 Madens. Fucking Microsoft yuppies on our ski hills out here....