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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, "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 rest room. 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 didn't go away. If you've ever had nature hit its your panic button 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, so she should go off in the woods and
take care of the situation. No one would even notice he assured her. "The white will
provide more than adequate camouflage," he continued. 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 start moving. 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 onto 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. They
transported her to the local 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?"