Winter. 1990? 1991?
Going downhill skiing for the third time (out of a total of four, ever), and sharing a lift with an attractive older man who obviously had his own, unrented gear, and goggles, and a very nice matching ski jacket & pants, and being what I deemed observant, and ever-gregarious, I said, “So! You ski much?”
He smiled & nodded.
We got off the lift, he schussed away, my friend was bent over laughing at me.
Me: “What?!”
Her, Gasping: “HE…..WAS……NATIONAL……SKI…..PATROL! AND YOU……SKI? ….MUCH?”
I guess he had a little patch on his jacket that indicated this.
Whatever. At least I was friendly, dammit. Still am, in fact.