Thats right, I said it. Fuck that guy who keeps on inching up and knocking around my board when the line is clearly not moving. Fuck that guy in the singles line who thinks he can move past you because he has identified another single that he can team up with to steal your spot when it is inevitably yours. Fuck that guy who stands at the entrance of the line waiting for his buddy who is 5 minutes behind because he cannot ski. Fuck that guy who thinks the lift line is the smoking deck at the local pub. Fuck that guy who is too busy messing with his speakers, clothes, or cell phone to make his pass available to the ticket checker when appropriate.
The skiing is always worth that douche bag, but it is not that hard. The lift line works like all other lines in the world.
On the bright side, lines in Utah are relatively short.