The Text Was Just The Tip Of The Ice

(As I’m leaving my sister’s apartment at night, I slip on some black ice and hurt my knee. While my mom drives me home, I realize I should probably let her know about it so she doesn’t get hurt.)

Me: “Be careful; bottom of your stairs is black ice.”

Sister: “Okay.”

(Once we get home, I finally get a good look at my knee, then send her a picture to emphasize she should be careful.)

Sister: “What did you do?!”

Me: “HOW DID YOU THINK I KNEW ABOUT THE BLACK ICE?!”