It seems that it always happens when we're riding a chairlift. Yesterday, my wife and I were riding along with a couple to our left and a man to the right.
The two of us were talking in French and suddenly our neighbor to the right asked “Were are you from?” I said as if this was perfectly obvious: “Park City...” The man kind of sneered and said “Park City, yeah right?”
I continued: “We're part of a long-established French trapper family, mountain men if you prefer, and we live east of town...” I continued and said “ We occasionally go out on skis, like today, to harvest our traps and gather pelts!”
Every one laughed; I was ready to deliver the rest of the story, but alas, it was already time to get off the lift...
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