this is one from the mid 90's - powerkiting.
i went to rig another kite and let my lines lie on the beach to claim my spot so no other powerkiter will go there.
to be on the safer side, i chose an aera bit downwind of the beachguests, but i had my kitebag quite far away. the second kite i wanted to rig had a few bridle problems (mistuned huge delta) i had to fix first.
when i came back to my spot with the new kite, i found a group of danish retired people there.
one of the old ladies gave me my lines and handles - obviously they tried to wind em up or something - and made a nice ball of spaghettis.
pleased with there job, they turned to leave, leaving me with my jaw wide open, already staring in wild disbelief.
suddenly, one of the old ladies turned around once more, approached me - to apologize was my guess.
but she took my free hand, smiled at me and put something in it.
when i looked into this hand, i found my cut-off line ends there.
i eventually faded in that moment, because when i realized what just had happened and started yelling insults, these folks were gone.
three hours of untangling and resleeving and a lost kitingday. . .
since then, i watch out for retired danes