Let's all take a minute to talk about my little sister. Miss Betsy, gorgeous and beautiful princess that she is, was out running the other day. She is very svelte. Always has been. She runs way faster than me and, during the one and only rugby practice I have managed to drag her to in the past 8 years, outperformed me and was more aggressive. She is one of those thin, little, shapely people who looks really good in Lycra but knows better than to wear it in public.
Back to her jog. She was moving along down the sidewalk at a steady clip and had to swerve left to avoid a gaggle of sidewalk hoggers. We all know the type. They stand there, four wide, in clusters, oblivious to other activities. I'm sure Betsy growled internally as she had to pump her arms a little harder and step off the curb to get around them.
But she fell! And twisted her ankle! And the sidewalk hoggers didn't try to help, only said "Man, that sucks." My poor sister. The family urged her to go to the doctor. To seek treatment. But she insists she is fine. Her ankle is fine. What do you think?
Is that cankle fine?