She Hit Us Like A Ton Of Bricks
My dad owned a small restaurant in the middle of nowhere. It was modeled after an old western town in South Dakota. It was built “rustic style” with a lot of dimly lit and uneven areas. Some old lady was shuffling over a brick walkway we had—in the middle of broad daylight—and tripped over her own feet. She sued us and won because the walkway had a few bricks poking up in a few places that were blatantly obvious.
We had to pay out $30,000 because she tripped over her own feet and sprained her ankle. Now, whenever I walk anywhere and see a puddle of water with no “wet floor” sign or a really bad crack in a sidewalk with no marking or tape keeping you away, or any other thing that could remotely cause a fall, I see a $30,000 lawsuit and a gigantic waste of time and money.