Once again, last night I was patrolling, and conditions were a bit extreme. The temperature was - 26 Celsius with a wind chill down into the -30s. Patience was not a virtue. Our patrol leader called a patroller, George, who was in the cafeteria to go and close lift A. He replied that he was ready, and off he went. His partner Bill was waiting for him at the lift, and when 5 minutes went by and George still had not shown up, Bill called for George. George replied that his skis had been stolen. He was really pissed-off. He started a rant about how he had locked his skis and how the skis and the lock were gone, and that all he had left were the keys in his pocket. I was in the lift with another patroller, and when we heard that he had locked them, we just looked at each other with knowing smiles on our faces.
The rant continued. The language began to challenge the on-air standard of a family ski centre. He was getting really worked up, and finally somone came on to calm him down a bit. For about a minute, we heard nothing.
Then: "Oh! I found my skis!"
Suggestions for the end of the year award are always appreciated!