This is a real story happened with my best friend Steve. A few years ago, his father while riding home on his bicycle had a problem; a pedal broke, the shaft cut an artery in his leg, lots of blood, police, ambulance and all other unpleasant things.

After they sewed him up at the hospital, he wanted to call his wife to come to pick him up. His problem was how to gently say it to her that he was in the hospital, so that she wouldn't worry. He knew how to do it, and the conversation went like this:

"Hi, Linda, I'm a bit late today. I had a problem with my bicycle. Could you pick me up?" "Where are you?"
"Well, I cut my leg when the pedal broke, and I decided to stop at the hospital to let a doctor look at it."
(Rather good and creative, eh. She took it easy. He was congratulating himself on being so smart and sly, when he was caught with an unexpected question which he answered honestly.)
"Which hospital?"
"I don't know ‘cause there are no windows in the ambulance."