My arm wasn't healing with use of a soft cast, so I'm now the proud owner of this bad-boy for the next several weeks:
The story of a injured ligament isn't as fun as coming up with some clever line to strangers who ask about the cast. I've considered changing the story to that one time I was in a super ninja fight, or how I busted it falling off a bar stool.
Anything is better than "I got rear-ended big time by an elderly driver. In November. And yes, it still hurts." Feel free to share an outlandish story idea I can use while out and about this weekend.