on a school skiing trip lost mercifully in the mists of the 80s, i once brought an entire mountain to a standstill.
we were on the button lifts and i was not concentrating, due to being in a permanent state of terror. i did not like skiing, and it did not like me. there was a small flattish stretch of snow, probably around halfway up, which seemed MUCH further up the mountainside.
i got off.
reader, it was not the getting-off place. not even a bit.
i panicked, and did the only thing i could think of, which was to sit on the ground. so the person on the button after me crashed into me, and the person after them crashed into us, and you get the general idea. eventually the carnage was such that they had to close the lift, and the slope, to disentangle everyone.
the horror.
it’s not even the worst thing i’ve ever done, but it still makes me shudder.