At Belleayre after the last storm we pushed off from the summit passed a crew with someone with a speaker dangling from their waist. It was blaring rap music with lyrics I can’t even post here, so we scooted ahead. Peanut and I made our way down the first pitch of Onteora and waited for mom in the safe zone at the dogleg. The person, who is not even a kid, he’s a young man old enough to know better, comes down and stops right next to us like nothing is going on. I’m standing there with a child in a hulahoop listening to someone shout about f@€%ing b!+ches p@$$ie$. All he can say is “Dude that was so sick” referring to the congested ice luge we somehow just navigated. I was incensed. We met up with mom and before we pushed off I calmly asked if he had any music without curse words. He said “Yes” so I said, “You should play that instead, especially when there are kids around” and then skied away. Now I’m not a violent person but I did think saying something could potentially lead to a fistfight situation. I was prepared. Maybe this wouldn’t be a problem if having your teeth knocked out was a possible consequence.