After all the fun many of us had over the weekend with the snowstorm, I thought perhaps some of us may feel a little bit better about our own misfortunes by enjoying the misfortune of others.

At age 7, I found myself walking through a very icy (and therefore very slippery) parking lot with my parents, on our way in to a restaurant. The conversation went something like this:

Dad: Careful, Riley, it's very slick out here.

Me: Okay, Dad. I'm being careful.

Dad: Well, here...let me hold onto your arm in case you should f--- (he immediately slipped and fell, pulling me under him and landing on me with all his weight, while simultaneously knocking my mom's legs out from under her, causing her to then fall on top of him, with me still under both of them)

Me: I think my ribs are broken (Hahaha, not really. Just cracked)...

Dad: Good thing I was here to protect you. Now, which one of you is bleeding?

Ah, the good old days.

Now, as promised, other people slipping, falling, and crashing:

And, in Russia, they call it "car curling."