a dramatic accident

The other day I was sitting at the food court of a university here in LA, eating my lunch. I heard a crash behind me. A child had tripped up some stairs while carrying a glass bottle which smashed as he fell, covering him in glass. Fortunately, as someone helped him up, it became apparent that he wasn't hurt except for a scratch on his finger. He was a bit shaken, but his father was there to comfort him, and soon he was absolutely fine. So far, so not very dramatic. The drama came later. One of the staff at the food court informed a security guard what had happened. Having spoken to the kid he whipped out his walkie-talkie. "There has been an incident in the food court", he barked. "We have a minor with a small scratch on his finger." He convinced the father to make a formal report. Pretty soon another security guard came along to add to the general excitement. He was followed soon after by two others, one to take photos and another to take the report. Call me unsympathetic, but the words mountain and molehill spring to mind.