I loved it when I was unsuccessfully trying to learn to ski.
Rob
Reminds me of my ski story...
My first and only ski trip was in college. It was January '74. My "friends" convinced me to go and that they would show me the ropes.
We took the lift to the top of Hunter Mt in New York State. Should have seen the next bit coming. As soon as we got to the top, my former friends left me at the top with no knowledge of how to descend the Mountain.
I made it down alive and swore I would get each of them back, and I did just that!
Now me being of Sicilian blood, revenge was well within my right to extract. And I did years later. The saying "revenge is a dish best served cold" was my choice. The first was two years later and the last of the five, was ten years.
Nothing too harmful, but wonderfully embarrassing for them at the right time and place...
Peter