OK, not about ski poles, but taking the wrong gear.....
Standing in the maze to ride up the Super Bee at Copper last week, trio ahead of me, two men and one woman, about to get their tickets scanned by the lift op.....
First Man [to the woman]: Where are your skis?
Woman [puzzled that this guy could be so stupid]: They're right here. [as she lifts one foot to show the ski]
Second Man: What are you taking about?
First Man: Are those her skis? They don't look right.
Second Man: What ARE you taking about?
Woman: OMIGOD! These aren't my skis! Where are my skis?
Second Man: What do you mean those aren't your skis? How can they NOT be your skis?
At this point, they just started going back and forth about those are your skis; no, they're not and I got fed up waiting for them to step aside and clear the maze and just went around them. As much as I enjoy theater of the absurd, I wanted to ski. But I did wonder on the way up the lift just how you could walk out of the lodge, grab a pair of skis, step into the bindings and get into the maze before realizing that they weren't your skis!