A friend

A friend just got back from a holiday ski trip to Colorado.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.


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.


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 did 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 did you break your arm?"