I slipped on ice.
I probably have a bruise on my hip.
If I had been an 80-year-old lady wobbling around, I would’ve broken my hip.
Then again, if I were that old, I’d probably carry around one of those nifty transponders that would call 9-1-1 if I’d gotten myself into a scrape.
And then again, when I reach that age it would be 2060. There’ll probably be no 9-1-1 dispatchers available let alone hospitals if this happens.
Thanks a lot, Newton.
Oh, and those e-mails you wish you’d never sent? Those would be gone too if the earth goes up in flames at the apocalypse. That would be good for you.
Of course, don’t hold your breath for that to happen.
Bad for you.
Good for me. At least I’ll be able to get to the hospital.