The Wrong Punch

Q: To satisfy the school district’s physical education requirement, a female student could take the self-defense class, and then even compete in the school’s self-defense tournament.  I did.  Unfortunately, while the class and tournament incorporated moves from various martial arts forms, the teacher had no certifications in any of these martial arts and very little martial arts training in general.

The Wrong Habit

Q: While walking on ice and snow, in my line-of-duty as a New York City police officer, I fell.  I applied for accident disability retirement – based on constant pain, and loss of range of motion, in my right shoulder and neck, and pain radiating into my arm.  Injuries like that prevent an officer from performing his duties.  My application was granted.

The Withering Examination

Q: On a rainy night, while I was a passenger, my friend backed his car out of a driveway and into the path of another car.

The Wicked Stepladder

Q: A wolf had damaged our chimney.  Could we repair it ourselves?  Should we hire a contractor?  My stepmother did not know.  When I returned from work, she asked me to inspect the chimney, gave me her tape measure and told me what to look for.  Finding a spot among the tree roots, plants, garbage, rocks and gopher holes, she put up a ladder – which we had had for years, although no one had ever used it – and stood nearby.  While climbing to the roof, I fell.

The Wet Mopping

Q: On Friday afternoon, the lobby of our building was wet mopped.  In the course of this process, the maintenance workers were supposed first to remove the floor mats, and afterwards to mop the floor dry and put the mats back in place.