Last night I was feeling blue for no real reason as I walked along 14th street in the freezing gail force wind. Then a huge piece of sheet wood the size of a cubical wall came hurtling towards me like I was in the middle of a hurricane. I pressed myself up against the wall braced for it to hit and then the large window of the HSBC bank a meter beside me exploded out onto the street.
Luckily the piece of wood missed, and there was no one directly infront of the window when it shattered, but had I been two steps infront of myself I would have been hit, and somehow felt like I'd cheated death. (Kind of like Ricky Gervais in Ghost town, when he dodges the falling airconditioning unit... until he steps onto the curb and get hit by a bus).
What does this mean?
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