On a nearly empty slope at Wilmot this past Sunday, I'm demoing, making predictable, moderate speed medium turns, when I hear the approach of a bipedal rectum flying toward the apex of my left turn... he brushes my skis with his, fortunately nothing happened, and it doesn't even look back to see if anything happened to me as I scream "f--king idiot".
But that's nothing compared to my wife's luck ten years ago at Sierra-at-Tahoe... first day of our Chistmas week trip... we are on a main green run, she's following behind me, gets her right ski and leg whacked by an out of control boarder, lands on left hip... much pain, nothing broken, so we go to the Summit lodge for an hour to chill.
We leave the lodge, ski down the same slope, and within 100 yds of the apot of the prior collision, again has her right ski/leg taken out by a beginner skier, again lands on her left hip. She developed a hematoma on her butt the size of my flat hand, and as thick as my palm, and had difficulty just sitting comfortably for months, though she had very little trouble sitting at the blackjack tables during that trip, as I recall.
To their credit, both of these teens stopped to make sure she was okay.