The Disappearing Lift Ticket

We took the kids skiing in Vermont over the holiday break. We really had a great time. Here’s the thing though - lots of work getting your kids ready to brave the cold for any sort of outdoor activity, right?  You know the drill…missing gloves, wet snowpants, can’t buckle boots and on and on and on. Quite honestly, by the time we hit the slopes, my husband and I were exhausted.

The one day we skied..after a whole ruckus getting out the door….we were FINALLY in the ski lift line.  I had stashed our packed lunch in the lodge while my husband took command of the lift ticket purchase.  It was a very windy day.  After waiting in the lift line for what seemed like forever, it was finally our turn.  EXCEPT here’s the problem, 10 year old daydreaming Luke Schmitzer left to his own devices with his lift ticket.  Yes, that’s right folks, you guessed it - no ticket.  Mike Schmitzer….what could you possibly have been thinking?? 

So we get out of line and my cool as a cucumber husband proceeds to collapse in the snow.  It was just too much for even him to bear.  He stomps back to the ticket office.  He reported his conversation went something like…”Can I help you sir?”  “Uh, yes, can you please give me a gun and a bullet?  I can’t take it.”  Thankfully,  after he explained the situation, the office was kind enough to replace the ticket free of charge.  I asked Luke later what he thought upon the discovery of the missing lift ticket.  He said (in the words of that oh so quotable character, Scooby Doo) “Ruh roh!”  Ruh roh is right.  Mike Schmitzer….you should have known better Cowboy.

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