Nick
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There's a bit of a backstory for this one, but I think it's one of the funniest things I have probably ever witnessed; ever, particularly because of the circumstances surrounding it.
OK, so back in College (2002-ish), we went on a group ski trip to Killington during winter break. My wife (who was my girlfriend at the time, and we had only been dating a few months) came along and it was our first trip going anywhere together.
Anyways, my wife, being the hot-stuff that she is, had a couple ex-boyfriends and other guys who were still obsessed with her. Two of them actually literally stalked her up to Killington that week (my wife is convinced it was a coincidence; I definitely am not!).
One of the guys in particular was always very arrogant and cocky. I remember meeting him and talking to him a few times, and he would talk about he is the best skier in the world (literally) and how he can ski circles around everyone. We ended up skiing with him for a bit on one of the days.
So we are sitting on the Bear Mountain Quad (right over Outer Limits). I am on the right, my friend is on the left, and he is sitting in between us, wearing a backpack. As we approach the top of the lift, my friend and I get off. I turn back to see him struggling ... his backpack had gotten caught in the back seat of the lift, but he had still already slid forward off the seat to get off. As the chairlift kept going forward, he went with it, and when the ground dropped away beneath him he was hanging from his backpack in front of the lift. He hit that little bar that stops the lift in case you don't get off and was just hanging there, probably 3 or 4' off the ground, kicking his skis in the air and screaming. We were laughing hysterically.
The lift operators ended up getting his skiis off, and then hoisting him up so he could get out of the straps from his backpack.
To this day I love to tell that story!
OK, so back in College (2002-ish), we went on a group ski trip to Killington during winter break. My wife (who was my girlfriend at the time, and we had only been dating a few months) came along and it was our first trip going anywhere together.
Anyways, my wife, being the hot-stuff that she is, had a couple ex-boyfriends and other guys who were still obsessed with her. Two of them actually literally stalked her up to Killington that week (my wife is convinced it was a coincidence; I definitely am not!).
One of the guys in particular was always very arrogant and cocky. I remember meeting him and talking to him a few times, and he would talk about he is the best skier in the world (literally) and how he can ski circles around everyone. We ended up skiing with him for a bit on one of the days.
So we are sitting on the Bear Mountain Quad (right over Outer Limits). I am on the right, my friend is on the left, and he is sitting in between us, wearing a backpack. As we approach the top of the lift, my friend and I get off. I turn back to see him struggling ... his backpack had gotten caught in the back seat of the lift, but he had still already slid forward off the seat to get off. As the chairlift kept going forward, he went with it, and when the ground dropped away beneath him he was hanging from his backpack in front of the lift. He hit that little bar that stops the lift in case you don't get off and was just hanging there, probably 3 or 4' off the ground, kicking his skis in the air and screaming. We were laughing hysterically.
The lift operators ended up getting his skiis off, and then hoisting him up so he could get out of the straps from his backpack.
To this day I love to tell that story!
