Some Strange Doin’s Down Here

As the four students in our ski class (Gareth, Greg [not Kubin], Zach, and myself) plus our ski teacher (Anton) were preparing to get on a lift, a man carrying a large camera approached us.
“Excuse me,” he asked in a thick German accent, “can I borrow you for five minutes?”
It turned out he was doing a photo shoot nearby involving a model or two, so who were we to say no? We agreed, and he had us stand shoulder to shoulder while a model walked in front of us.
“Look like you are checking her aus,” he said.
We did as he asked–we checked her aus.
“Now ve need a shot of a different ankle,” he said.
“What do you mean, ‘different ankle’?.” one of us asked.
“You need to turn this vay, turn in a different ankle,” he answered.
So we did.
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After that we took our run, and came upon a fellow who had just taken a nasty fall.
“I’ve hit my head on rock, ” he said. The blood covering his forehead seemed to bear out his story. We were prepared to help him, but he didn’t seem too bothered about his accident. In fact he was more concerend about the next run he was going to take, so we took off.
I saw him in the dining room tonight, head bandaged as if he’d been with Washington crossing the Delaware. I’m sure he’ll be on the mountain again tomorrow.

–Michael Kubin