Every conversation I have with a stranger on the ski lift goes pretty much like this:
Nice day, huh? (Them)
Yes, it is, indeed. (Me)
Getting some good runs in?
Yeah, I’m having a good time today.
Yesterday was even nicer. Much better conditions than today. I demoed these sick twin-tip powder skis.
That’s great, glad you enjoyed it.
Of course, I only ski on the Mary Jane side of the mountain. The runs are much harder than on the Winter Park side.
Uh-huh.
Strictly black mogul runs for me. I don’t ever go over to Winter Park because it’s full of green run Texans.
One of whom, I gather, you are not?
No, I live in Denver. And I only ski black runs.
Cool, how long have you lived in Denver?
About five years.
Where’d you move from?
Ummm..
Texas?
Houston.
Right...
