yet another pet peeve you didn't know you had

i am not a skier. call me crazy, but i've never really had much of an urge to go plummeting down a mountain on two sticks in the same manner that i lack the desire to bounce from a bridge on a rubber band or leap from a plane tethered to a sheet. this is not to say that i don't choose to acknowledge the existence of a large ski-culture, nor do i think ill of those that spend their weekends and winter holidays hitting the slopes.

what i do know, however, is that the streets of new york are about as far from whistler and vail that you can get. therefore, i cannot tolerate the proliferation of tools who walk around in the winter with their lift tickets attached to their jackets.

wow, you went skiing last weekend; good for you. that ticket still won't get you on the R train, so cut it the fuck off.