Stepped off a curb and arthritis caused my ankle to roll under me. Next thing I realize I'm laying on the ground in the parking lot with my head underneath my bike's front tire
Grab my scythe (yes I have a real scythe) and say "you really sure you wanna do this?
(granted the guy may have a gun and that would be it for me but I tend to not think stuff like that all the way through in the heat of the moment)
If you were offered a chance to have a character based on you...