A Near-Death Experience

Okay, so I'm probably exaggerating a little bit, but I'm pretty sure I almost died today.

This morning I left the house at 7:10 to get to work early because I had a LOT to catch up on from last week. I passed by the Brimhall to check if New York Times had been delivered, they hadn't (classic), so I fulfilled my VP of Fund Raising duties and distributed them. I also realized that I left my wallet at home (classic, again) so I decided to run home really quick and then go to work.

When I got out of the building, I was in the middle of the biggest windstorm I've ever seen. There was pretty much a twister of dust, sticks, leaves and Creamery chocolate milk lids. I was crossing the street behind the Maeser Building, checking my email and minding my own business when I look up and one of those huge "Road Closed" signs is literally flying through the air towards me.

I froze. I didn't even know what to do. It was coming too fast to turn and run so I awkwardly shuffled backwards as fast as I could go. The sign whooshed by and ran into the curb and fell over. I just had to stand there for a second and pull myself together. Probably one of the scariest moments of my whole life.

Oh yeah, my wallet was in my backpack the whole time.