COLORADO UPDATE
So I'm skiing down the mountain (as opposed to up the mountain, a common beginner mistake) and I hear this loud voice talking behind me, and a second later I get clipped by this guy who is not really paying attention to where he's going because he's talking on his cell phone, while skiing. So I go, quote, "Hey!" and he looks back and kind of waves his phone to indicate (I think), "Sorry, but as you can see I am on the phone."
I think there should be a Rudeness Patrol out there, consisting of officers equipped with tranquilizer darts.
I'm sure as President - Yes, of the United States, you will make that your top priority. That, and free beer for your supporters.
Seriously, how stupid was that guy? Can't you be without the damn phone long enough to enjoy yourself?
Posted by: Siouxie | December 31, 2007 at 10:31 AM
I just hope cell phones really do give one brain cancer
Posted by: Fearless Leader | December 31, 2007 at 10:31 AM
May he crash into a tree and be Bono-ized.
Posted by: Guin | December 31, 2007 at 10:31 AM
Dave, could cyanide be classed as a tranquilizer?
Posted by: fivver | December 31, 2007 at 10:33 AM
Oh, crap! Sorry, Dave, didn't realize that was you.
*mounts peace offering of beer and Cheezits® onto tiny phone-free snowboard; launches gently toward The Blog*
Posted by: KDF | December 31, 2007 at 10:37 AM
fivver, no. Cyanide is a drink mixer, like cran juice or rat poison.
Posted by: Siouxie | December 31, 2007 at 10:37 AM
Dave,
He is obviously from Miami. Rude driver. Rude Skier
Posted by: Igloo | December 31, 2007 at 10:38 AM
Dave, Dave, Dave...
Didn't your ski instructor tell you why they really gave you sharp metal poles to carry?
They're (not there or their) for self-defence and revenge.
Posted by: ArcticAl | December 31, 2007 at 10:38 AM
Tranquilizer darts would not have sent the correct message...the dude should have been tazed.
Posted by: snif | December 31, 2007 at 11:01 AM
Dave needs these ski poles.
Posted by: Guin | December 31, 2007 at 11:07 AM
WWJBD? JB would shoot him in the thigh. The thigh area.
Posted by: nonanonymous | December 31, 2007 at 11:28 AM
Nothing says "Put down the phone!" like 00 buckshot.
Posted by: Hammond Rye | December 31, 2007 at 11:28 AM
Take 2:
Could someone please tell me how the following could be rejected as sp@m:
*s-n-o-r-k* at Hammie!
Posted by: Eleanor | December 31, 2007 at 11:34 AM
Um, maybe because sp@m is made with ham?
Posted by: fivver | December 31, 2007 at 11:36 AM
Umm, the Bot doesn't like me...
Posted by: Hammond Rye | December 31, 2007 at 11:49 AM
We were at the roller skating rink yesterday and this lovely little girl kept cutting off all the other children as she was skating and texting. I would put her at 11 or 12 years old.
Posted by: gjd | December 31, 2007 at 12:49 PM
enjoy the snow ... you may be there a while.
Posted by: zypldot | December 31, 2007 at 01:10 PM
Eleanor,
let's see...
We can spork at Hammie;
We can fork at Hammie;
We can nork and sork and maybe even lork at Hammie;
but, obviously a sn___ at Hammie is bad -
because we can snork at sammie;
and snork at jammie;
but we never would snork at mammie (or you'd get slapped!)
Posted by: zypldot | December 31, 2007 at 01:20 PM
Send lawyers, guns and money...
Posted by: Cheesewiz | December 31, 2007 at 01:50 PM
are people allowed to be armed on ski runs??? cell phone jerk should just be shot. no questions. ka-bam.
Posted by: queensbee | December 31, 2007 at 02:24 PM
Dave,
I agree with the need for a Rudeness Patrol, but I believe they need to be equipped with weapons much more painful than tranquilizer darts. Perhaps Tasers? Rabid weasels?
Posted by: Lardog | December 31, 2007 at 02:32 PM
Make a mogul out of him!
Posted by: Suzy Q | December 31, 2007 at 03:11 PM
There is only one excuse for a cell phone on the mountain. We signed up my son for snowboarding lessons in Winter Park for his 12th birthday. After rudimentary instruction the teacher took off down the mountain. My son promptly fell over and sprained his ankle, and by the time he got back up, he was all alone. The teachers didn't notice he wasn't with them. He struggled for about half an hour, all alone, up a mountain, before he called me on the phone I had given him to call when the lesson was over.
Posted by: artchick | December 31, 2007 at 03:52 PM
"Twizzle trazzle trozzle trone, time for this one to come home."
Posted by: lilrascal | December 31, 2007 at 04:36 PM
Trip notes: Dave's most fond of fondest memorys on 'o7 CO ski trip. Ability of the experienced skiers to apply Italian salute while skiing and talking on the cell phone.
Posted by: lilrascal | December 31, 2007 at 04:41 PM
If he was 7, and you were from Allentown, you could SUE him! The cellphone could only add bonus points in court.
Posted by: RichZ | January 01, 2008 at 01:19 AM