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More comedic than dramatic, and more "highly unlikely" than "dumb luck", but this one time I fell while skiing. It happens, I was a reckless kid as many are.
But this? This was on a flat, broad, almost level stretch connecting two pistes, and me and my dad were basically just cruising along. I don't know what, but something happened and I face planted, stopping instantly.
One ski out to the side, the other... vertical? Stuck into the piste at a right angle, all the way from the tip to the binding... without becoming detached from my boot. The mechanism worked fine, mind you, it just hadn't disengaged. There was no gash in the snow, no entry mark, just hard packed piste with half a ski sticking out of it like so much sword in a stone.
Reading that, seems you were fortunately not traveling too fast, as I can imagine traveling along, the sudden stop, falling over face first into the packed snow and just sort of enacting an image of your one foot being propped like a hand trying to pull excalibur from the snow.