No friends on groomer days either???
I was skiing by myself at The Canyons today. I happened to ride up the Tombstone chair with two skiers and a snowboarder that were together. While riding up the chair, we were all looking at some powder lines over in the 9990 area as we neared the top of Tombstone.
The snowboarder was far left > tele-skier > alpine skier > me, far right; I asked if I might tag along if they were going to hike for some turns. I got what I thought was a positive response from the guy I was sitting next to and I then rode the 9990 chair with the three of them. When we got to the top I asked where they thought we should go.
The snowboarder looked at me and said "you're not with us, you go do your own thing. We don't even know your name." I'm sure I had a dumbfounded look on my face, but I responded with "don't be such a prick!"
The verbal exchange escalated a bit from there and I hiked to the top and skied down on my own, but I was fuming.
Now, I'll be the first to concede that I may not have received the response I truly thought I had. It would therefore be more than a little assumptive on my part to invite myself to their party. But I have NEVER had anyone be such a miserable dick either. Certainly not over something so trivial as hiking for some old powder.
My first thought was that if this guy has change for a nickel, it's probably lodged in his rectum. Maybe I'm the bad guy, but I just don't see it that way. 
Because life's just too short, I'm inclined to apologize to him next time we cross paths. What do you think?
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
Science-fiction author Robert Heinlein
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