Another Skiing Story
It seems that whenever I go skiing someone has a story to tell about me. This one dates back two weeks ago in Whistler.Usually when you get on the chairlift you hold both ski poles in one hand on one side of you. But for some reason this time I had them pointed out in front of me. As we sat down on the chair one pole stuck into the snow and as we moved forward the other end started pushing into my chest. This was not a good situation, but fortunately we were still going slow. By this time the pole was starting to flex and somehow I managed to get the snow end unstuck - which then flew up and smacked against the metal panel roof of the chairlift station. There was a large noise which I found out later quite disturbed the woman on the far side of the quad chair. My brother told me that when the end of my pole hit the roof, the woman was startled and was looking around saying, "What was that? What was that?"
posted by Aaron @ 7:57 PM
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