Broke a leg

"Barry, what happened to your *leg*?"

"There's a story to this one."

"Go on."

"About twenty-five years ago my car broke down out in the country. It was pitch black outside, too late to hoof it all the way home, so I stopped by a farmer's house and asked him if I could stay the night. He sees I'm stuck out in the cold and all so I can go on up, there's a bed in his daughter's room and I can sleep there. So I crawl in and she's there, a young lady, already sleeping. She wakes me up about an hour later and says, 'Is there anything I can do for you?'

I tell her nah, uh... I don't think so.

'Are you sure?' she asked again.

No, I'm doin' alright.

She tried again about twice more, 'There isn't anything I can do for you?'

I said, nah, I reckon not."

"... Okay, but about your leg, Barry...?"

"Well, you know what happened twenty-five years ago now right?"

"Yes."

"I finally got what she meant by that and damn fell off the roof this morning."