As I skied into the lift line today with my children and husband, a woman slammed me from behind. She was pissed. She had a very expensive haircut. Her outfit matched and looked like it cost more than I make in a month. She was wearing gloves, but I'm sure her nails were seriously manicured. I got up and turned to her to have a laugh, because everyone on the mountain, in the town where I live, laughs all the time. Smiles all the time. Feels happy to be alive. She scowled at me and told me to get out of her way.
I was surprised for a moment. Taken off guard by this rude, totally unacceptable intrusion into my laughing, snowflake existence. Then I watched her huff away and plow forward to finish up her day pass for a good time. And I felt sad for her. And free as a bird.