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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

SO, HOW DID YOU BREAK YOUR ARM?

Even if you aren't a skier, you'll be able to appreciate the humor of the
slopes as written by a New Orleans paper:

A friend just got back from a holiday skiing 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 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 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 doesn't help matters. 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 and no one would even notice. He assured her, "The white will
provide more than adequate camouflage."

So she headed for the tree line, began lowering her ski pants 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 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 the most 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 backwards, totally
out-of-control, creating an unusual vista for the other skiers. The woman skied 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, putting an end to her nudie show, then
summoned the ski patrol. They transported
her to a hospital.

While in the emergency room, 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 stupidest 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 pants. I leaned over to
get a better look and fell out of the lift." .....

So, how'd you break your arm?

posted by Jan Verhoeff @ 11:07 AM

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