TOD:
I've been very lucky broken bones-wise.
(Knock Wood!)The only incident happened over 20 years ago. I was coming out of my bank in Calabasas and fell flat on my face. Turns out that the brick step was broken, and that's what caused me to fall.
I stuck my head back into the bank, and shouted "You should get your step fixed. A person could get killed." And, that was it.
Although my pinkie (on the hand that broke my fall) was slightly sore, I forgot about the incident...until a week later when I got a postcard from an insurance company. "Please call us about your accident," it said.
I'm thinking: "Did I sideswipe a car or something and didn't know it?"
Cutting to the chase: It was the bank's insurance company. They insisted that I go to their doctor. The doctor did an x-ray of my hand. Turns out I had a fractured pinkie.
The insurance company wound up paying me $3000 for my trouble.
