I was just walking the dog, that’s all. Next thing I knew, a curb jumped out of nowhere and attacked me! (…or I just tripped on it.) Then I couldn’t stand up! How do these things happen to me?
I thought I broke a bone on the side of my foot; it’s rather bruised, lots of broken blood vessels, and swollen in weird places, but apparently it’s just a sprain. The doctor was surprised.
Now I’m on crutches and can’t help but think — saying I tripped off a curb isn’t that exciting. So couldn’t I just say I got kicked by a horse?
Or, as my friend Michelle said, I was chased by a tiger (didn’t you see it on the news??)…
Or as Locy said, I rolled my ankle working out (people would still be stuck on the fact that I was working out)…
Or, and this Twitter suggestion is my favorite:
I wish I could say it was all part of my CIA training — those ninja spy skills. I wish.