My siblings and I were on the lift, and my brother tries to put on his other binding so he could get down to riding as quick as possible. But like the failure he is, he quits halfway through and just leave it alone. So his snowboard is still hanging by one binding.
The lift has barely reached a quarter of the way up the mountain when his binding decides to fail him and "snap off" his boots, and it's sucked into this spiralling vortex of utter doom which is of course caused by this dumb thing I like to call "gravity". From the moment it hits the ground, the rest of our day was ruined.
It didn't hit anyone, so thankfully we didn't get sued (yay). But the ski patrol didn't fail to notice. We jump off at the half way point and snowboard down to where they are ready to rip our heads off. To cut it short, they wouldn't let us back onto the ski lift until each one of us in our group had leashes on (I bailed at the beginning so I wasn't sucked into the fight). Later, we check out what went wrong with the bindings and find that the screws and the ankle strap were still back on the mountain sitting lazily in the snow. We didn't bother to go look for 'em, not that we would have found it with all snow covering it up.
But now, I'm never going to Donner Ski Ranch. (The fight we had with the ski patrol was completely irrational and they were being Douchebags, and don't start on how they had a right, you weren't there so you wouldn't know why we'd like to find a cliff to throw them off.) Though the whole experience made a good story to tell my buds when I got home.