Yesterday, Jenny decided to donate some old books to a local library. While she was walking downstairs with a large heavy bag of books, she tripped and fell. She hit her arm hard and it hurt. Jenny thought it might be a good idea to stay home or call a taxi, but in a few minutes the pain seemed to ease, so she decided to drive. She got into her car and pulled out into the street.
The library was only a few blocks away. When Jenny was pulling into the library parking lot, she turned the wheel with the aching arm and suddenly it hurt so bad she shrieked. She gave herself a minute to recuperate, then took the bag to the library only to find a notice on the door that the library was closed that day due to electric repairs.
Jenny decided it was time for a cup of coffee and a piece of cake. She went to a nearby French café, sat at a table outside, and tried to calm down and relax.
A man sitting at a table next to her asked her if she was okay, so she told him about her calamities. As it turned out, he was a masseur. He asked to take a look at her arm and said she had twisted her wrist and he could help her right away. Jenny agreed gladly. The man pulled her arm and…
The next thing Jenny knew she woke up in a hospital bed! The doctor told her she had passed out in a café, the staff had called an ambulance, she had a displaced fracture of the wrist, and her purse and her car were missing.