Believe it or not, but it is very close to what happened to me.
This is not a make-believe story.
When I was halfway through my sophomore year in college, I went skiing with my friends in West Ukrain, in the Carpathians. The train that was supposed to take us home to Moscow from that village in the Carpathians took an extra 12 hours, being stuck due to an avalanche near the Romanian border. The only drink left in the village was vodka, and the only food left was kielbasa (a Polish sausage): typical of most places in the middle of nowhere in the Soviet Union of the early 1980s. By the time the train arrived, there was nothing edible left. At the station though, there were some 50 drunk students trying to get on the train in the 2 minutes that the train was scheduled to stay at the station. When I was trying to get on, I forgot that I was holding my skis in front of me horizontally across the doorway and kept trying to go through the door until the conductor realized my circumstance and wrestled them from my hands.
:[ November 25, 2003, 02:51 PM: Message edited by: AlexG ]