Unfiltered Story #341941

(I’m just now living on my own. I go outside and step into a hole, twisting my ankle badly. I limp back inside and make sure it’s not broken. My phone rings. I answer.)

Mom: “What’re you up to?”

Me: “Well I was just outside, enjoying the sun, when this hole made me trip and twist my ankle. So now it hurts.”

Mom: “I KNEW this would happen…! I’m coming over!”

Me: “Uh, what?”

(She arrives and I’m icing my foot and propping it up.)

Mom: “So? How’s your foot?”

Me: “Still kind of hurts, but it’s getting better.”

Mom: “That’s all? You made it seem really bad!”

Me: “No I didn’t, I just said what happened.”

Mom: “Don’t scare me!” *leaves*

Me: “Ok?”

(Next time she called, I said that I was fine and she seemed happy with that.)