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A Skiing Embarrassment!

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by ChuteTheMall, Nov 29, 2004.

  1. Conditions were perfect. 12 below, no feeling in the toes, basic numbness
    all over, a "tell me when we're having fun" kind of day.

    One of the women in the group complained to her husband that she was in
    dire need of a restroom. He told her not to worry, that he was sure there
    was relief waiting at the top of the lift in the form of a powder room for
    female skiers in distress. He was wrong, of course, and the pain did not
    go away.

    If you've ever had nature hit its panic button in you, then you know that
    a temperature of 12 below zero doesn't help matters. So, with time running
    out, the woman weighed her options.

    Her husband, picking up on the intensity of the pain, suggested that since
    she was wearing an all-white ski outfit, she should go off in the woods.
    No one would even notice, he assured her. The white will provide more than
    adequate camouflage. So she headed for the tree line, began disrobing and
    proceeded to do her thing. If you've ever parked on the side of a slope,
    then you know there is a right way and wrong way to set up your skis so
    you don't move. Yup, you got it. She had them positioned the wrong way.

    Steep slopes are not forgiving, even during embarrassing moments. Without
    warning, the woman found herself skiing backward, out-of-control, racing
    through the trees, somehow missing all of them, and into another slope.
    Her derriere and the reverse side were still bare, her pants down around
    her knees, and she was picking up speed all the while.

    She continued on backwards, totally out-of-control, creating an unusual
    vista for the other skiers. The woman skied, if you define that verb
    loosely, back under the lift and finally collided violently with a pylon.
    The bad news was that she broke her arm and was unable to pull up her ski
    pants. At long last her husband arrived, put an end to her nudie show,
    then went to the base of the mountain and summoned the ski patrol, who
    transported her to a hospital.

    In the emergency room she was regrouping when a man with an obviously
    broken leg was put in the bed next to hers.

    "So. How'd you break your leg?" she asked, making small talk.

    "It was the darndest thing you ever saw," he said. "I was riding
    up this ski lift, and suddenly I couldn't believe my eyes. There was this crazy
    woman skiing backward out-of-control down the mountain with her bare
    bottom hanging out of her clothes and pants down around her knees."

    "I leaned over to get a better look and I guess I didn't realize how far
    I'd moved. I fell out of the lift."
    "So, how'd you break your arm?"