Death By Popcorn

This past Thursday at work I pretty much almost died. Kristen, my co-worker and I loaded stuff into the back of a golf cart. It was raining so we didn't want to put the forty pound bag of popcorn kernels in the back where it would get wet and mold later on.

So we put the bag between us. It was big and awkward and I had to hold on to it so it wouldn't fall forward. We were calling it a big popcorn baby until we realized forty pounds would be a super big baby so then we called it a popcorn first grader.

We decided that in high school instead of doing egg "babies" in Child Development class everyone should have to carry around a popcorn "first-grader."

 Although this would be a armless, legless first-grader you had to carry everywhere but I digress. This a story about my near death not high school child development classes.

So we were in the golf cart and Kristen took a sharp turn quickly and the weight of the popcorn threatened to knock me out of the cart.

And I was almost certain that I was about to die.

But thankfully I regained my balance by grabbing on to Kristen's arm which was super safe since she was driving. And so I didn't die and I did in fact have to go to work the rest of the weekend.