When my brother and I were about eight or nine we went on the slides at Breckenridge. For whatever reason they put this ancient old lady who had never been before on the fast track instead of the slow one. Now my brother is a total conscienceless thrill whore; even as a kid I don't think he ever even touched the brakes. So they make my brother wait like several minutes, and then they're like, "Okay, go as fast as you want."
Naturally halfway down the mountain my brother, who is blazing along in hyperspace, rams the hell out of the ancient old lady who is crawling down the mountain at like 2 mph. I was behind him, so I didn't see the collision, but when I got to the bottom she was threatening to sue my family.
I think we just high-tailed it. What a dumb geriatric b*tch.