The Random Life
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Over February break, I was at Stratton in Vermont. I got some great people-watching done. There are so many tacky people in the world; there was a woman who was convinced that her red, white, and blue puffy snow jacket with a wolf design on the back went perfectly with her starkly white ski pants that were adorned with glittering stars; there was a man from Jersey who wouldn't stop talking about boogers on the lift; there was a small girl who somehow realized that bombing every hill with her arms out and with her mouth in the shape of a perfect "O", screaming as if she was being stabbed, is the coolest way to ski. There are always those little kids who come out of nowhere and always manage to either ski right in front of you or hit you in the back of the knees; there are always those people who fall right in front of you so you have to perform some outrageous acrobatics in order to avoid adding insult to injury. There are the kids who have multiple yard sales. There are the pompous skiers who think that they aren't winning at life unless they beat every single other person down the hill.
And then there are people like me, who are kind've okay at snowboarding. I always think that I'm different than everyone else on the mountain, because I'm self-centered and it makes sense to focus on myself all the time. But really, that girl in all-white with the bright orange bandanna over her mouth, doesn't she look like she might rob you? And doesn't she look hilarious when some other skier cuts her off and she goes spiraling into a tree, whacking her head and falling down? People can be so tacky.
