The arrived, stowed their belongings in their room, gathered their gear, and went up the ski lift for the first run of the day. They got to the top of the highest hill, and she realized she had to go to the bathroom. With all of the excitement, she forgot to go before they left for the hills. Her husband asked if she can wait because it wouldn't take long to get to the bottom.
He told her to go ahead and go there at the top of the mountain. No one else was on the hill and he would watch to see if anyone would be coming up the lift. She told him to turn around because, with women, it's not a very dignified position to be in. He did so.
A little moment later he asked if she's okay. No word. Thinking that maybe she didn't hear, he asked again, then heard a scream. He turned around - she's not there!
He took off after her, flying down the hill trying to catch her.
Finally, toward the bottom, she fell and in the process of this indignity, broke her leg. He caught up to her a moment later, trying not to laugh, and told her that he'd go call the ski-patrol.
They get to the hospital, confirm the leg is broken and put it in a cast. They finally get back to the lodge late that evening.
The next morning, while eating breakfast, she demanded that he go out and ski. She wanted at least one of them to get as much time on the snow as possible...and she sealed the deal with the fact that she did bring a few books - she could read in the lodge main area by the fire. After much deliberation back & forth, he conceeded and continued to ski.
That afternoon, she was sitting by the fire with her book, and her leg propped on a sit-a-pon. A gentleman came and sat in the chair next to hers. She noticed that he had a cast on his arm. She asks what happened.
He was on the ski lift when he noticed someone skiing down the hill backwards, mooning everyone. He laughed so hard he fell out of the ski lift.
She spent the rest of the time in her room.
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