Smashed

"But hold your breath, because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you over again"

While sorting Darrell Lea stock, one of the huge slabs of glass on the shelf (and about a ton of jellybeans that sat on top of it) came crashing down onto the exact place I had been two seconds before.

When I think about it, it seems a little creepy. What if I hadn't moved? I might have gotten away with a headache, or a bruise on my skull, or a couple of cuts on my cheek, or the glass could have hit some extra-special portion of my brain that I become retarded and start thinking I'm a jelly baby.

Drama queen much, you say. But seriously, accidents happen just like that. You don't get even a second's notice! It was windy today and this morning my mum told me that a few unfortunate people always die on days with heavy wind. For example, awhile ago a man died because a tree fell and crushed his car while he was driving. Impeccable timing. It's like the piano-falling-on-head scenario but realistic.