“It was a brush with death, I tell you,” Mary declared to her friends Peter and Jane.
“What happened?” Jane exclaimed.
“I was crossing the little foot bridge over by the train station, and just as I was halfway over my phone rang. I stopped to get it from my jeans pocket, and I slipped.”
“You mean you fell from the bridge onto the tracks?” Peter asked with a worried expression.
“No, but I did drop my phone on the ground. My whole life is on it.”