Freeloading is more of an art than a technique, at least that’s my opinion.
A few days ago a guy I used to know, let’s call him Paul, but that has ignored me for a long time, sent me that email: “I'm driving to Utah tomorrow and will ski at Snowbasin on Monday. I'm planning on skiing at Park City on either Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday. Let me know if you'll be skiing any of those days and we can try and take some turns together.”
On the surface, that looked perfectly legit, but knowing Paul like I do, I sensed that he was fishing for free room and board, so I agreed to one afternoon of skiing together, but didn’t offer him what I thought he was looking for.
On that day, we were supposed to meet at a certain spot at 1:30 pm sharp, he came up with some excuse and was 30 minutes late. When he finally showed up (I had time for a run as the weather was bitterly cold and didn’t want to freeze standing up). Surprisingly, he was with a friend, that we’ll call Charlie, and he said to me, “Usually, I always show up ahead of the agreed upon time…”
Well, that was that, so without further ado, I did my best to show that pair all my nice runs they’d have surely missed would had they skied on their own. At the end of the day, they told me that they left their car in the Canyons parking lot, some 4 miles away, so to save them them the inconvenience of catching a shuttle bus to get there, I offered to go out of my way and give them a ride to that place.
I’m sure Paul was still hoping I would invite them both for dinner at my house, but I didn’t. Paul did not offer me to have a beer with them at the resort base either, I guess he forgot, and only Charlie was gracious enough to thank me for a “Fabulous afternoon”. I guess that summarizes what I have learned in having lived in Park City for 40 years and getting burned countless time by professional freeloaders!