Samir: So, how did you hurt yourself?
Jasem: I fell off my bike.
Samir: Really? So did I. My motorcycle skidded on a patch of oil on the road, and I crashed into a car. The last
thing I remember was fl ying through the air and hitting the windshield. I woke up in the hospital.
Jasem: Were you wearing a helmet?
Samir: Yes, luckily I was. That’s what probably saved my life. How about you?
Jasem: I was cycling in the park, so I didn’t think I’d need a helmet. I don’t like wearing helmets—they’re
uncomfortable and unattractive. This squirrel came out of nowhere. I swerved, lost my balance, and hit a
tree. I got off lightly—only a few bruises and a bump on my head.
Samir: It was your lucky day!
Jasem: Yeah. That’s too bad you broke both legs. You’re going to be stuck in that wheelchair for a while, I guess.
Samir: Look at it this way—if I broke only one leg, there might not be enough room for all my friends to write
their names on the cast. Hey, would you like to sign your name?