One day, late into the season, I looked up and saw someone urinating from the chair lift, the stream arcing over the grass and across the surface of the slide. A woman going down on a cart screamed, swerving to avoid the pee. She tumbled off the track and swore at the man above her, who was laughing hysterically. “You think that happens in Vermont?” Jimmy said. “No,” I said.
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