The ice was thin, thin enough that it was cracking every few seconds under the heavy steps of some pedestrian or another. Yet somehow, someone still managed to slip and crash into him. It wasn’t much of a shock, since the offender had his eyes and face all covered by a thick black scarf. Jim had watched the fool run (read: slide) down the sidewalk like a yellow Hummer, with black boots the size of wheels, almost crashing into people. After a couple of close calls, Jim had started imagining what would happen if the guy slipped. The sidewalk rolled down steeply.
If he put on a few pounds, he could be a semi-trailer, Jim thought.
So it was somewhat Jim’s fault that he was hit, as ...view middle of the document...
“Oh, it’s a shame, but you’ve woken up just a bit late,” she said. “The lunch hour starts at ten thirty, and you’ve just about missed it.
Turns out that the nurse in charge of his hallway had quit the job yesterday, and no one noticed until now. And that Jim had landed himself in a hospital where having lunch at 10:30 was the norm. Seeing his face grimace, the nurse quickly added: “I’ll see what I can do for you though. They usually have some leftovers in the kitchen!”
But, a half hour later, what she could do for him turned out to be half a roast beef sandwich, a melted cup of frozen yogurt and a juice box, delivered by his new nurse: an angry-faced, twenty-something with a poorly done nose job and a prominent Irish accent. As he switched on the television in his room, the nurse, who was leaning against his doorframe started to talk.
“Lucky you woke up late,” she said, staring at the screen. “Mr. Riley was looking for you. The one with the food stall.”
“Well, why’d he want me? I think it was the other guy that hit him,” Jim figured it would be better to pretend he didn’t know.
“He was threatening to take the lady that tackled the two of you to court. He broke his leg, you know, complaining that he wouldn’t be able to do his job and all.”
So the Hummer was a girl. Jim decided to call her the Beetle.
“Poor kid, I guess. Selling hot dogs doesn’t make you much,...