Our scene is set in the exam room of a chiropractor's office. Not just any chiropractor, either, but one who has known me for a really, really long time. We are engaged in Meaningless Social Chitchat - how's your family, fine, yadda yadda, how's yours, oh great, yadda yadda, keeping busy, five weeks in Maui (no, that was NOT me), too much marking (okay, that one was) and so on.
Chiropractor: Whoa. [Conversation interrupted by a series of snaps as my spine is coaxed back into position] This isn't looking too good. What are you in here for?
Me: muttering something indistinct, having face mushed down in exam table/bed thingy (is there a word for it? there should be)
[Crack, crack, gasp as something that was really tight between my shoulder blades suddenly lets go]
Me: My neck and shoulders are killing me.
[Crack, crack, crunch]
Chiropractor: How come?
Me: I fell off a horse the other day.
[Snap, crackle, pop - the pop was a really good one, I think I'm taller now]
Chiropractor [laughing]: What on earth were you doing on a horse?
Me:[also laughing]: Jumping!
Chiropractor: Well, good for you. [Raises fancy table/bed thing, for which there may be no word] Are you going riding again?
Me; Hell ya! On Saturday, in fact.
Chiropractor: Okay. Well, come on back if you fall again!
He's a good egg.