One of Gigi’s favorite memories from childhood was the first time she rode the skylift at Sumner Mountain to its peak. She couldn’t wait to share the experience with her daughter, Alex.
The air was humid, and she could tell little Alex was getting impatient as they waited. Gigi turned to see one of the employees gesturing for her to step out of line. Confused, but not wanting to make a scene, she complied, telling Alex to stay put.
“Ma’am,” said the worker in a sheepish voice, avoiding eye contact. “I’m sorry but we’re going to have to ask you to come back on a day when we’re less crowded. Every lift is at full capacity and there’s…a….errr…weight limit,” he whispered.
Gigi recoiled as though she’d been slapped. She didn’t respond, just grabbed Alex’s hand and started to walk away. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her. They all knew why she was leaving.
“Mommy, where are we going? I want to ride the ride.”
Gigi didn’t answer.
She felt a hand on her shoulder as they reached the exit.
“Maybe now this will motivate you to model more healthy eating habits for your daughter,” said the stranger, mock concern in her voice. Gigi stared back, debating whether to tell her about her hypothyroidism, ultimately deciding it was none of her business.
“Come on,” she said to Alex. “Let’s go got some ice cream!”
Alex cheered, the sky lift forgotten, as they departed, leaving the woman and her shocked expression behind.
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