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ski-accident


    "How'd you break your arm?"

     Even if you aren't a skier, you'll be able to appreciate the humor   of
the slopes as written in this account by a New Orlean's newspaper.
      A friend just got back from a holiday ski trip to Utah with the   kind of
story that warms the cockles of anybody's heart.  Conditions were   perfect, 12
below, no feeling in the toes, basic numbness all over.  The "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 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, she 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 ever 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 a wrong way to set   your
skies so you don't move.  Yup, you got it.  She had the skies positioned   the
wrong way.
     Steep slopes are not forgiving, even during embarrasing moments.
Without any warning, the woman found herself skiing backward, out of   control
racing through the trees, somehow missing all of them, and on to the   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 sight 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 she broke   her
arm and was unable to pull up the ski pants.  At long last her husband
arrived, put an end to her nude 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 a broken   leg
was put in a 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 belive my eyes.  There was this crazy   woman
skiing backwards out of control down the mountain with her bare bottom
hanging out."
     "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?"