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best crash ever, check your ego at the door

post #1 of 111
Thread Starter 
Ok - time for the rookie to post his first thought tickler....lots of big egos on here I can tell(just like mine) ex racers, PSIA, examiners the whole deal. What I am looking for is check the ego at the door and share your most meaningful, spectacular or embarrassing fall on skis. I want a full yard sale here or a lift line trip, something eventful and totally humiliating/ even better if it's in your ski school rig ....I posted one of mine in the discussion of favorite skis.....check it out for what I mean....for sake of space the limit is one crash per customer. I prefer if the ones with graphic personal injury are left off tho, let's keep it happy......

Here's mine.
About 10 years ago at Bretton Woods, I was an instructor at the time (at another hill) and I had my 9 year old following behind me emulating (hopefully) my best ATS lvl 6 demo......folks we are talking Bretton Woods in the front - green circle, bunny hill.....I mean flat. Nice place but not a place that terrifies one for sure. Just in front of me a lady fell and I slowed and turned around to check her status...then the snow snake bit.....wham, not only a full crasheroo everything release yard sale....knocked out cold( no helmets in those days).....on the bunny hill with the pin on my jacketI woke up a few seconds later with the same lady asking me if I needed ski patrol (she was also grinning ear to ear - can still see her smiling face)......my son has never let me forget it and the other crash at Mt Snow mentioned in the previous thread....no BS those are the only 2 times in nearly 15 yrs now of skiing together that he has seen me fall.....might as well be 20 falls or more for all the mileage he gets out of those 2....

the older I get the better I used to be......
post #2 of 111
My worst wreck in the past 3 years or so was ironically at a local ski hill, Quechee, ever heard of it haha. I was skiing with my daughter and her friends after school one day. The place has mostly all groomers. They had maybe 3 or 4 inches of fresh inbetween the groomers so I will getting up speed and planing over the fresh, sadly there was not much under the fresh. On one particularly fast run at the fresh I hit bottom and lost a ski, I was flying and had two options, try to ski it out or try to stop. I tried to stop and folded up like an accordian and man did that hurt, was sore for days. Sadly this hill is so easy and I was humbled to say the least.

My most violent wreck was easily skiing free fall at mount snow at like age 17. Hit an air coming across the trail and was focused on doing a backscratcher. It was a good air and I was happy till I looked up and saw a birch tree, luckily I got my arm up and WACK!! Yard sale down the trail me being completely winded. My friend skis up, Nice air. I was severely bruised on my arm and side, I wonder what would have happened if I did not get my arm up and hit my head instead...

post #3 of 111
Only one story allowed, hmmm, oh yeah....

1999. Mt. Baker, world record snow year. Snowing like crazy and blowing hard. Cold. A bunch of new.

I'm skiing down the blue/green run with my son, who was 12, wishing I could be out in the fresh, but my son wasn't ready. So as we are going down this main run, I'm cutting just off the groomed run and getting little freshies here and there.

I cut down one short but moderately steep drop with the wind howling and the snow blowing across the run. At the bottom of this little drop, invisible to me because of the blowing snow, was the face of a little, boot high, cornice. My tips dug in and stopped, I was going, maybe 20mph. I ejected, did a full front flip, and landed sitting up to my armpits in powder. All of my gear was in place inluding my poles, still in my hands. It was like sitting in a recliner.

I've fallen a lot, and had some exciting and painful ones, but I can't remember any fall that I've had that was as fun and comfortable as that one.
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post #5 of 111
Thread Starter 
Ghostman is throwin it down here, that's a real beaut....remember tho this doesn't have to be a spectacular wipeout......a good humiliation works too.....bring it on. Looking for humor .....
post #6 of 111
This one violates the principle of "keep it happy", but it's a crash.

I was 21, living in Steamboat Springs, and had buff-waxed my skis the previous night to a glass finish.

As the doors opened, I swooped under the Gondola, and locked into a racer's tuck. Screaming down the hill at 40 to 50 mph, I spied a narrow trail heading off into the right. Believing I could take the trail at that speed, I began carving for all I was worth.

I made it! I ripped onto the trail at max velocity. Suddenly, as I rounded the curve, there was a fellow standing dead-center on the trail, clicking into his bindings.

Had I hit him, he would have died. Instinctively (not courageously), I veered off into the trees and became airborne, at 50 mph.

To this day, I see the tree exploding into my field of vision. I hit the trunk with a sickening "crunch", and came to a dead stop. By the time I slumped to the base of the tree, I had a fever. I remember looking down into the snow, and seeing my left arm bent in the opposite direction at the elbow. Not a happy moment.

I couldn't breath, and passed in and out of consciousness as I was scooped into the toboggan and rushed to ER.

That was nearly it. I came close to leaving the body. The heart was unstable, the left elbow shattered and internal injuries were a mess (spleen ruptured and later removed). Had my head hit the tree, it would have burst like a pumpkin.

I tell this tale as a chastened soul. Young and dumb doesn't come close to describing my stupidity on that day. Fortunately, my left arm is about 90% (doesn't straighten out and no socket for the ulna). Loss of a spleen is lousy. One becomes susceptable to every bug in town.

The moral, leave your ego in the gondola. Once you hit the slopes, it's you and mother nature. Respect her, or pay the price.
post #7 of 111
short and sweet, while skiing Whistler, my pal who is about 200lbs, tripped above me on a fairly steep slope and totally took me out soaring down the hill about 4 feet above the snow. Like a full on hockey body check.
post #8 of 111
Totalled my dad's Mercedes when I was 17.
post #9 of 111
I have 2 quick stories:

It was the first time skiing with my college roommate and his friends. The group of them stopped at the fork of two trails. I thought I might impress them with the classic "hockey stop snowman" move...y'know what i mean So, I go straight at them full speed, at the last second I lay one down and hit a nice big patch of ice... somehow managed to take one of his friends with me through a snowfence and into some trees.

Story #2 -
January 29th at Burke Mountain, VT... I was skiing with my friend's son (11yrs old) and he kept taking me through a kiddie terrain park. They had a couple small rails and a tiny kicker at the end. I probably hit that jump 5 or 6 times already that day, pulling 360 mute grabs each time.

But the last time I hit it I managed to land it on my face. I don't know how...all I remember is taking off and spinning. Then BAM! My face hurt.

I sat up and couldn't see well, vision was really blurry. Friend's son was picking up one of my skis that had come off. I got up and skied on one ski about 75 feet or so down to Burke's 'mid-lodge', took the ski off and kneeled down.

Something was bleeding, head was killing me. Took off my helmet, goggles, neckwarmer and held snow on my eye for 10 minutes or so. Colby kept asking if he should get the ski patrol. I said no, I'll be alright in a minute.

Eventually I got up, put my skis on and with helmet in hand and snow on face I skied down to the base lodge. As I walked inside, people kept giving me this horrified look : and saying things like "oh my god." (Just what I want to hear lol)

I ended up talking to ski patrol and getting a bag of ice. They filled out an 'incident report' and asked a bunch of questions.

My vision was blurry for 3 days after that, eye was bruised or something, very red. It was my first black eye ever, and a good one. Most of the right side of my face was dark purple and there were a few nice cuts.

My goggles seem to have caused most of the damage, I guess I landed directly on them and they dug into my face. They're still in one piece, not a scratch on them.

This was the first time in 23 years of skiing that I have really hurt myself.

If anybody was at Burke on January 29, 2005 and think you might've seen that, let me know what the hell I did wrong will ya? :P
post #10 of 111
Hmmmm... I just had a good one yesterday! I was skiing Cannon (New Hampshire) with two friends who haven't been to Cannon before, so I was playing tour guide. We worked our way over to Avalanche trail, which has a pitch somewhere in the neighborhood of 40 degrees for the first couple turns.

There's only two problems with Avalance trail. First, you have to carry speed as it's a long traverse back to any of the lifts. Second, it's usually pretty scraped off so you're doing some pretty good slides as you work down. But this day we looked down the pitch and it just looked like gorgeous snow. Cannon benefitted from a 20" dump earlier in the week and Avalanche was obviously recently groomed out. So I dropped in and started making GS-sized turns (namely to show my friends that you need to carry some speed to make it back to the chairlift).

I made it about 40% of the way down. I have no idea what happened, but I was suddenly slammed down and started sliding. Total yard sale -- both poles and both skis were scattered on the slope. Thankfully Avalanche is really wide and arrow straight, so there's no danger of sliding into anything. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride (slide?). My friends brought my gear down to me and then of course we had to skate along the traverse back to the chair. Yep. Great tour guide I was! I'm not going to be living that one down for a while!
post #11 of 111
This ones at Whistler, just off of 7th Heaven. I was giving one of my parents' friends and a cousin of mine a show of the place. They asked me for some skiing tips so I told them to ski down to a nice flat part and watch for my angulation and pole plants as I came down to them. Rolling yard sale about a third way down. No idea why, I thought I was doing well. Poles and skis flew everywhere. By the time I stopped, they were both snickering at me. Damn, tough crowd ...
post #12 of 111
'90 or '91 I was an instructor at a small ski area in Western MA (Mt. Tom). I was alone and flying down a run right under the main (and full) chair lift when I decided to launch off one of the lips created by a lift tower. Came down at an funny angle and crashed bad! Right into a section of thin cover/muddy snow. As I was getting up I hear from up on the lift...

"Hey check out the SKI PATROL guy!"

Our ski school uniforms were red and sort of looked like ski patrol....
post #13 of 111
I was racing with a ski club, nothing to serious. We were at Alpine Meadows on a powder day. The course that we skied was normally fairly easy. With all the fresh snow the course became very rutted, especially the first few gates. I had just hiked to beaver bowl and had a great run in the powder. Alot of skiers were blowing out of the course the first few gates, so logic told me to just get through the first 6 gates and then race the rest of the course. That was fine untill I go in the starting gate with powder straps still attached and decided I was going to smoke the course or not finish!!! About the 3rd gate there was a knee deep rut and I got my skies sidways and that's when someone hit the eject button. I was 5-6 feet in the air going side ways with my skis attached and heading for the fence. Someone looked up and yelled tuna and a few people that were there scattered. I bounced on my side just before hitting the net. Beat me up prettry good, but I was able to ski off the mountain. Like they say 'go big or go home".
post #14 of 111
So many this past month alone!
post #15 of 111
Windham Mtn Ski School L3 Exam Prep Clinic on Wolverine (steep double black groomer). Task is projecting the upper body down the hill into the center of the next medium radius turn, OK. First three turns on 2-3" of fluffy machine blowing snow were great, fourth turn (10 feet in front of Ray Allard) and that gun blasting a sticky wet mix (I find out too late). I project down hill and skiis stay stuck in the snow. Landed so hard on my hip that the mountain groaned. Ray said he was passing me until I fell.
post #16 of 111
Thread Starter 
yikes, I had a similar crash in a PSIA-E clinic at Sugarbush in 1995 on Castlerock (Rumble? can't remember right in front of the ski school director who was the clinic leader, took me about 10 minutes to find the bright orange 205 olin dxk's which were in 18 inches of snow about 50 feet uphill - right where my bright orange tnt's had left em... (which was way too much ski for me - what was I thinking had 200 dtsl's in the car in the parking lot, what an idiot like he cares I have proformed new dxk's) ....not in an exam tho so I was not hugely embarrassed - just an idiot, but I wasn't the only one who went down on that run, nasty stuff that.

Your's is a classic crash.....great web site too! Thanks for sharing it!
post #17 of 111
Hesitate to make light of bonehead skiing, but...

about 12 years ago at Wildcat. First time there and it was a glorious sunny day.. about -12F. The views of Mt. Washington really are spectacular!... and that old gondola was about the smallest tin can one person could get into.

Cruisin' tight along the tree line, empty slope in front, and looking around at the views too much. Caught a ski in the crud before I could react and knew I was going down. That close to the trees I decided fighting it out was a sure way to die. Saw a big sweeping spruce jump in front of me like a big ol' line backer. So I did what any wimpy QB would do and put my arms over my head and ducked for cover.

I tumbled right up into the lower branches of that sticky old spruce. By the time I extracted myself, my friends and family were there snickering wildly at my misfortune. Jeez, they could have been just a little less gleeful! Then I saw it...

one of my skis about 12 feet up in the spruce, stuck in the branches. Ever climb a tree in your ski boots? That was good for a few more laughs.

They swear they were laughing WITH me, but I wouldn't bet on it...
post #18 of 111
maybe 18 or 19 years ago, at Les Arcs resort - France. I was a still a student at that time and ski was a financial challenge. On the second day of skiing, during a white out I was gently cruising with my friends literaly 15 feet from a marked slope, just for the feel of deep fresh snow, on a very wide, open, area. There was a depression, a hole, nothing fancier, on our way, maybe 3 or 4 feet deep and long 10 feet of width. All off my friends got around it. Not me, I have a very poor seeing in those white condition and I didn't see the thing, and didn't bother to wonder why they were all going sideways.
Bam, I smash in to it, a ridiculous hole in the middle of huge, safe, zone.
My ski got stuck in the snow wall I've hit, preventing my bindings to liberate my foot., a boot <i>broke</i> ... and so did my ankle...
Everybody was laughing at me of course, until I tried to stand up.
Way to start the holidays.
post #19 of 111
I lost the left ski getting on a chair lift. At the top the exit was to the right, a wooden fence curved to the right just below the quaint Austrian mountain hut. It was sunny and many people were sitting outside the hut, whether I liked it or not I had an audience.

I went through the movements in my mind, how I was going to ride the outside edge of my right ski in a perfect carve and dismount with so much grace that my audience would be in awe.

I dismounted rode the outside edge, overbalanced, over corrected, sharp left hit fence at speed. Helga in the front row loses her coffee and Franz nearly chokes on his frankfurter.
post #20 of 111
I fell several times instructing this year, once while just standing next to our director at lineup. He made that pretty embarrassing for me. I fell another time leading a group of 10-12 yr old low intermediate students in 'follow the leader'. I had already been keeping score on their falls in the class, so they really enjoyed it when I fell. I just looked up at them and said, "why are you standing there, I told you to follow the leader." No takers on that, but it helped make the class fun for them.
post #21 of 111
You ever slip on ice on the sidewalk and land directly on your A$$? You know how painful it is? You know how STUPID you look, especially as you stand up with your rear end in your clutches and you are limping away because of the severe pain to your rear end?

Well I happened to perform this little act on skis, after catching about 10 feet of air, under the lifts, in my racing gear, just after finishing a slalom training run, to the delight of the entire lodge, the entire chairlift line, the people on the chair, and of course my entire ski team.

I was obviously showing off, took a jump as I was on my way to the chair, and my skis absolutely exploded straight upwards. I fell to the earth like a rock. Landed directly on the bone in my rear end. Every piece of equipment I was wearing including hat, goggles, poles, skis simulaneously released and formed a pile of rubbish atop of me. I was able to get up, but limped away.

Pain in the rear, and full embarassment to boot!

I heard about that crash for YEARS.
post #22 of 111
And how can I forget my big fall on my snowboard?

You ever do something so incredibly STUPID in front of your WIFE and she doesn't let you live it down?

See I've been trying to get my wife into skiing/riding for a long time. Of course I have told her all about my racing pedigree, my ability to snowboard, blah blah blah. It was her first time on the "big chairlift" at Stowe. We were both on snowboards and were going to take a blue cruiser down. She was doing phenomenal.

I was bored.

The trail was empty.

So I decided to start juggling snowballs.

Great decision.

Juggling when you are moving at 25 mph is pretty hard. You really have to toss the balls ahead of you and then "catch up" to them as they are falling back down. One toss wasn't on the money. I leaned back to catch it.

I caught an edge.

I went from 25 to 0 in about 0.0032 seconds.

I absolutely SLAMMED to the ground, head first, about 4 feet directly in front of my wife who was directly facing me watching my crash. She was having a tough time that day with the new challenges, but my crash more than made up for any difficulty she was having.
post #23 of 111
Belleayre NY.

Race day.

Two weeks prior there was a race there. The hill next to the course was groomed to perfection.

Two weeks later, I fell first run. Decided to go free skiing. Went on the trail next to the race course, flew down the head wall, the light was flat, and then a mogul field appeared.

I just sat back and tried to ride these things, I got close to the end, and then fell.

5 barrell rolls later I was knocked out for a few seconds, woke up coughing blood.

I had to take the dreaded ski patrol ride.

Good times!
post #24 of 111
hmmm I would have to say that my most embarassing crash ever took place at Steamboat. I was blasting down a freshly groomed run (I believe it was Consentration) at about 65mph, making huge gs turns, following my ski buddy. I noticed that when I turned right, my ski started chattering and jumping around. I though that it was just me entering the turn poorly and overpushing the ski, I was wrong. Infact, I realized that I was wrong when it started chattering through the transition after the turn. The chattering was getting worse, even though I wasn't turning. I decided that it was time to stop, and I put on the breaks. It was at this moment that the ski became violently unstable, suddenly I could feel nothing from that ski. Infact, the only thing I felt was terror as I watched the ski fly up infront of me; A giagantic twirling mass right infront of my face. The front of the binding caught me on my right side just below my goggles. After that all I remember is sitting up about 150 yards down hill from where I was, everything seemed brighter, and I heard an eerie silence. Upon looking down the hill I realized why; my helmet was ripped off my head and was rolling down the hill, my friend chasing it. My mp3 player was sitting beside my feet, suprisingly intact, and my ski was about 20 feet uphill from where I had slid to a stop. The entire lift was silent, all eyes fixed upon me. Not knowing what else to do, I stood up and took a bow. Recieving several cheers. I grabbed my other ski and took off to the base to visit a Salomon dealership. Turns out that my binding desintegrated mid turn. The chattering I felt wasn't the ski, it was my binding. I got a free rental pair and kept skiing, although it did take me the whole day before I had enough trust to fully lean into a turn and carve at speed.

Good times...
post #25 of 111
Had a pretty bad spill in the lodge last weekend. It involved a full cup of hot chocolate my white ski pants and blue jacket. I just thought I'd set it down and add some milk when the whole thing dumped. (One of those times when your husband tries to pretend he doesn't know you) After washing myself up a bit with paper towels I went back on the mountain only to find my goggles which were over my wrist had filled up with cocoa and were now dry.
post #26 of 111

Pathetic Crash On Rented Boards

when I was about 19 I was waiting on a new set of skis and the shop that was getting them in late hooked me up with some rentals just so I could go up. We're talking about 155cm tyrolia's and the crappiest straight-to-rental salomon's you've ever seen. I was at Heavenly and pulled up to the middle Mott's chute off of gate 2 or 3 (I forget). There were a bunch of guys scoping it out and they were pretty serious riders. Anyway I pull up and attempt to shoot the shit with them and they were not hearing it...basically I looked like chump and they figured I didn't belong there. Long story short...I dropped in hooting an hollering and about two turns in got way too far over the tips, rolled, double-released and spilled down the ENTIRE pitch. One by one these guys smoke down it, each one making slightly more fun of me, I dig my skis of the slope after about half an hour. On my way down to the lift these guys are making their second lap and as one of them passes me I tipped over at a dead-stop (I was resting from the mogs). I'm struggling to get up and looking like a goofball and this entire group passes me AGAIN. Rode the lift up in shame. Stayed in the trees for the rest of the day.
post #27 of 111

From the "Watch this!" department

About a month ago, I skied a half-dozen runs off The Ridge at Loveland (steep but smooth) for the first time, with decent success, so the next weekend I took my two teenage kids up there. We did one run next to the lift, and then for our second run went a little further down the ridge to a big bowl with a suspiciously shaded section at the very top. Carefully, I skied over the edge with my kids waiting at the top; after making two turns I looked back uphill and started to yell "It's not bad!" to them. Next thing I knew, I was falling head-first down the slope, losing skis and poles and not stopping until I was probably 100' vertical below where my stuff was. My daughter was nice enough to bring me my stuff; my son said that he was going to ski down, but after watching me decided to just side-slip the whole slope.

Lesson learned: pay attention, especially when you're near your skill limit.
post #28 of 111
Thread Starter 
Originally Posted by jrbd
AMy daughter was nice enough to bring me my stuff; my son said that he was going to ski down, but after watching me decided to just side-slip the whole slope.

yep, classic.....you'll be hearing about it for years!!
post #29 of 111
Hard to say by some of the usernames, but I don't believe I've noticed any posts from women! What the heck, here goes:

I was at an annual ski writers' meeting last March at Telluride. If you're interested, you can join a guide who takes out groups based on ability. I like to join because the same people always end up in the advanced/expert group and I've gotten to know them really well. We always have a great time skiing together! I was in a group of skiers that included only one other woman; everyone was either a ski writer or a marketing person from resorts like Taos, Snowbird, Banff, etc. Let me tell you, the guys and gals who do the marketing at such resorts are young and awesome skiers to boot! When I'm with skiers like this, I am always pushing my limits, being that I am 1) old (40) , 2) from the East Coast and not adjusted to altitude : and 3) several notches below everyone on the ability-level scale (they're high-end experts, not newbie-experts like me). Our guide: Telluride's Director of Skiing. The weather is classic spring skiing: soft corn, temps in mid-40s, sunny skies without a cloud to be seen.

So, off we go, in search of the most challenging terrain we could find. We're on a roll when the guide says he wants to take us to an unnamed area of the mountain that is not on the map (so, I can't even really tell you where we were when I had my crash). We take a gnarly traverse through woods and come out at the top of a steep half-bowl that eventually dumps you back into steep woods. A few of the guys ski down, shouting up to watch for some granite here and there that has been uncovered by the warm sun melting the snow. The other woman in the group and I were at the top, checking out the entrance, as our guide stood by. Since the entrance was at least a 40-degree slope, with rocks here and there, he suggested that we could always take an "easier" entrance that was off to skier's right, but I felt I could go the same route as everyone else had. It really didn't look any more difficult than anything else I've skied before. I traversed out, took about three turns, clipped my tip on a rock that was barely visible, and immediately knew I was going down for the count! :

Man, it was like slow-mo in my mind! I lost the one ski, and was sliding head-first down the slope. I still had my poles, but for the life of me, I couldn't get turned around and I couldn't self-arrest, using either my ski or a pole. So, I just covered my head with my arms and let myself completely relax, sliding pell-mell like a rag doll! I slid the entire slope, coming to a rest when the pitch eased off. I lay there, still as could be, listening to my breathing. I'm alive! That's what kept going through my head. Slowly, I began to move my legs, arms, etc. Everything seemed to work. I reached up to touch my chest, my stomach, and so forth. Nothing hurts! That's what kept going through my head. I was suddenly aware of the absolute silence around me. I looked up, and I was about 5 feet away from the rest of my ski buddies. They were looking at me in awe, clearly shocked at what they had just seen. I had easily slid 100 yards or more. I stood up, raised my arms in victory, and shouted, "I can't believe it! Nothing's broken and I'm alive!" To which they erupted in cheers and enthusiastic clapping! Then it was non-stop chatter as they all exclaimed at how they couldn't believe that fall, blah blah blah. But the best comment was from the Director of Skiing: "Thank goodness you're OK. I was trying to figure out how the heck ski patrol was going to get in here to haul you out!" :

Did I mention that the other woman chose the "easier entrance"? I probably scared the heck out of her. She also ended up retrieving everything I'd left strewn across the slope.

Of course, news of my fall was soon the talk of the meeting. People I didn't even KNOW came up to me to see how I was doing. It did turn out that I injured my rotator cuff, but a few months at the gym took care of that, fortunately.

When I told my husband about the fall, he said, "Why is it you always ski the tough stuff when I'm not around and you always take a fall when I'm not there to see it?" :

Uh, yah, honey, I'm fine, thanks!


post #30 of 111
My spectacular crashes are always preceeced by a thought:

La Plagne - on a mogul field. Halfway down and I'm flying and suddenly I think "I haven't crashed at La Plagne yet..." and BLAMMO! A half-acre yardsale.

Lake Louise - Another mogul field. I'm really popping the jump turns, getting some air and loving it, then more air, still in confident control but having kid-like fun, and then I think:
"I have to tell K (my sister) how much ass I'm kicking here!"...and KA-POW! Worst of all was I was last down in our group, so everyone was watching me slide toward the boundary fence on my back. Got out OK - except for the ego damage.

Another time - I'm skiing moguls (again!) and down below I see a girl I really like has stopped and is watching my descent, so I dedcide to throw an instant 360 off the next mogul, without caring where I'm going to land.
Not a thought to the landing - this is how a teenage boy's brain works!
"Hey! There's Laurie! This should impress her!"
Coming down I graze the top of a mogul just enough to throw me onto my shoulder, for the 30-foot rag-doll finale.
Worst of all, a passing ski patrol comes over to help clean up my trail of destruction - not any ski patrol, but the ski patrol I had a crush on.
She says "Wow! Are you OK?" I said I was, and she replys "Sometimes the thing that hurts most is the ego". OUCH.
Sometimes the thing that hurts most is having an older crush treat you like a kid (even if you are one)
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