Not so much a liftie but I love Cody on ski patrol at Big Sky. He had to pull me down when I blew my ACL and was so fun to chill with in the med tent. I had a small possey of my friends with me in there, too, so we were all basically fucking around. He kept spelling my last name "Ass-mus" and I kept having to tell him that I wasn't a porn star and my last name isn't Ass-mus. Then he spelled it Veronic Asxxus instead of Veronica Asmus. Other conversations went like this:
"Social?"
"Butterfly."
"Weight?"
"300." (mind you i'm clearly not even half that, but he fully wrote down 300 until I corrected him.)
Cody, I miss you. Even though you wouldnt take the fucking candy cane.