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I was at Killington on winter break from college. It was midweek with no crowds, cold and windy, and marginal icy conditions. Me and the girlfriend get seperated from our group so I suggest going to the bottom of the old gondola to join the Gondola Club. Much to my suprise she agrees. We ski all the way down to the base, wait for a gap in the small line, get a on a gondola behind an empty gondola when some tool with rentals barges onto our gondola. Before I can get him to take the next one the door shuts and that is that for the Gondola Club.
Now the fun begins.
In about 30 seconds he pulls out a Marlboro, says mind if I smoke. I say I mind. He ignores me and is about to fire it up when I pull it out of his mouth and hand it back to him saying once again I mind. Once again he puts it in his mouth and is ready to light when I yank it out of his mouth and send it out the window. At this point he swings an ungloved fist at me, and despite being only 2 feet away, somehow misses and hits the gondola. I return a wild shot and happen to find his nose which starts bleeding profusely. We are now about 1 minute into a 30 minute ride. At this point my girlfriend takes pity on the a-hole and hands him some tissues to stem the bleeding. After the bleeding stops I notice a big still bleeding cut on the back of his knuckle. He must of cut it when he hit the inside of the Gondola. Without saying a word I start to point to his hand but he flinches like I am going to hit him again. I finally say you are cut on your hand. He takes what is left from the tissues and puts it on the back of his hand. Not another word was spoken for next 27 minutes. It was the most uncomfortable 27 minutes in all of my lift riding days. I did not take my eye off him and he did not look at me.
So a ride that started out with so much promise ended up in the completely opposite place.
Now the fun begins.
In about 30 seconds he pulls out a Marlboro, says mind if I smoke. I say I mind. He ignores me and is about to fire it up when I pull it out of his mouth and hand it back to him saying once again I mind. Once again he puts it in his mouth and is ready to light when I yank it out of his mouth and send it out the window. At this point he swings an ungloved fist at me, and despite being only 2 feet away, somehow misses and hits the gondola. I return a wild shot and happen to find his nose which starts bleeding profusely. We are now about 1 minute into a 30 minute ride. At this point my girlfriend takes pity on the a-hole and hands him some tissues to stem the bleeding. After the bleeding stops I notice a big still bleeding cut on the back of his knuckle. He must of cut it when he hit the inside of the Gondola. Without saying a word I start to point to his hand but he flinches like I am going to hit him again. I finally say you are cut on your hand. He takes what is left from the tissues and puts it on the back of his hand. Not another word was spoken for next 27 minutes. It was the most uncomfortable 27 minutes in all of my lift riding days. I did not take my eye off him and he did not look at me.
So a ride that started out with so much promise ended up in the completely opposite place.