I usually just let things like that go but two days ago I was on a gladed mogul trail. I'm still recovering from a herniated disk so I was slow and careful. Made it 3/4 to the bottom when I heard someone coming from behind and on my blind side. Sure enough some asshole skier just drops right in front of me and cuts me off. Deliberately. I try to avoid him, miss my turn and eat it. But as karma would have it not even 50 ft down the bitch catches the edge and goes yard sale. And I catch up and spray him right in the face.
Petty shit I know, but felt so damn good.