When I arrived, it was still very bright outside, and we began unloading the car, while my dad was looking at various aspects of it and asking questions, and my mother was admiring its cleanliness and beauty. She sat down in the driver's seat, and awkwardly thunked her elbow against the door frame. And broke her humerus clean through!
Leaving aside the feeling that her bones must be made of barley sugar, and how can she walk around? and all that sort of thing, it was a big hairy deal, since a) we did not know what had happened, just that she immediately passed out, and b) when she came to, she was incapable of telling us what was wrong, and she didn't know, anyway; and c) their car was not running, due to a split radiator.
So, on the one hand, it was perfect timing that I was there, with a new car which had been recently minutely inspected by Mechanic Bob, and was able to assist my dad in getting her up and into the car. But on the other hand, if I hadn't been there, it would not have happened at all! So am I the villain or the hero of this piece?