Woman : Yeah. My fingers are numb .
Man : So, do you often ski here?
Woman : No, this is my first time. Actually, this is my first time skiing . . . ever.
Man : So, how do you like it so far?
Woman : The snow is great [ Yeah . . .], but it's too crowded. You know, two people crashed into me on my first run, and some stupid skier was going way too fast . . . drove me into some trees. [ Wow! ] I crashed and lost one of my gloves. [ Oh, man. ] Fortunately, I had an extra pair with me.
Man : Wow. Well, did the woman stop and apologize ?
Woman : No, it was a man. I'm certain of it. He just . . . he just laughed at me. Why do you think it was a woman, anyway?
Man : Uh, well, no reason. I mean, well, you know.
Woman : What? You know what?
Man : Uh, uh, nothing.
Woman : Yeah. You just wait until I find that guy.
Man : Uh, well, what are you going to do to him, I mean, if you find him?
Woman : First, I'm going to break his skis. [ Oh, well . . . ] And then, I'm going to take his picture and post it on Facebook.
Man : Uh, don't you think that's a little drastic ? Perhaps, it was a simple mistake. And how are you going to identify him anyway?
Woman : Oh, that's easy. He was wearing bright red boots and a purple hat . . . um, just like yours. Heh, heh, heh . . .
Man : Now, now, now. Wait, wait! Yeah. What do you mean? [ Yeah . . . ] Wait! Why are you looking at me? You don't think it was me, do you? . . . Do you like jazz music?