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Okay, my story is a true experience as well. When I was a young gal going to college in Montana, we would frequently hit the ski slopes on the weekends, only a 1/2 hour drive away. I was skiing with a friend that day--a friend with a wineskin. We would take the chair lift to the top of the hill, ski half way down, and then scoot in at the half way point to go up to the top again. Maybe it was a little too much wine, but neither of us looked to see if there was someone sitting in the chair lift coming up the hill (there was)--when we did notice, it was a mad scramble to get out of the way, with skis and legs flying everywhere! I am sure there were a few angry skiers that day--they shut down the chair lift for a bit, to make sure no one was hurt and we were safely out of the way....I don't think Bud and I ever went skiing together again!