Sipping a decaf frappe-chino, Claire noticed a spill on the floor. “So dangerous,” she muttered. As she got up to tell the manager, a behemoth of a man slipped in the liquid, skidded five feet and landed squarely on top of Claire, snapping two of her ribs.
Lying on the wet floor, Claire had an epiphany. “Life is unpredictable. You can’t possibly presume what to worry about.”