A few years ago, while riding home from school on my bicycle,
I had a bit of a problem; a pedal broke, the shaft cut an
artery in my leg, lots of blood, police, the ambulance, etc.

After they sewed me up at the hospital, I wanted to call my
wife to come to pick me up. My problem was how to gently
break it to her that I was in the hospital, so that she
wouldnt get worried. I knew how to do it, and the conversation
went like this:

Hi, Jackie, Im a bit late today. I had a problem
with my bicycle. Could you pick me up?

What happened?

My Pedal broke.

Where are you?

Well, I cut my leg when it broke, and I decided to
stop at the hospital to let a doctor look at it.

(Pretty good, eh. She wouldnt get worried by that. I was congratulating
myself on being so smooth, when I got caught with an unexpected
question which I answered honestly.)

Which hospital?

I dont know, there werent any windows in the ambulance.

Panic set in. I blew it.