Yeah, once upon a time,
sometime tripped over something because they weren't looking where they were going, so they jumped up, quickly looked around to ensure no-one saw them go over, then walked or limped off, muttering to themselves for being stupid.
In this day and age,
sometime tripped over something because they weren't looking where they were going, so they laid on the floor screaming help until someone came, called 000 and had them bundled off to the ER.
Here, is where the real acting takes place, not like that crap on TV.
Bung on a sore back, hurt neck and other various drama's whilst calculating in their head, how much money they need to retire. Oh look, a solictor just happened to follow my ambulance to the hospital, thats handy.
Now, 3 years latter, a sum of $857,238 is awarded, less 60% to the solicitor and little Mary or Johnny lives happily for ever after.
OH CRAP, little Mary or Johnny is a dufus, and wastes all the money they scammed, but can't work because of said fake injuries, so poor ol taxpayer looks after them until one day, a mild mannered mowerman who has just mowed their Govt. assisted house, goes postal, because he is mowing their housing commission property and being paid in Govt. assist coupons, and kills the previous mentioned lazy bastard by beating the crap out of them until the mowerman, already tired from mowing 5 other properties, drops with exhaustion.
End of nursey rhime.
