Today I almost had to make a very important decision:
To be knocked down by a car or be ripped apart like a chicken wing by a huge dog.
Here's what happened: I was waiting by the traffic light when a HUGE dog that's probably half my size came. It may be on a leash but it looked like it could overpower its owner and rip me apart like chicken wing! I was scared to death and was seriously contemplating dashing across the road. The only thing stopping me was the thought that the dog might not find my skinny legs appetizing while dashing across the road would definitely land me in a hospital or 6 feet under.
But if the dog had shown any indication of having me for dinner, I would sprint across the road. Somehow having a quick death or at worse broken bones and internal injuries seem like a better option than to be slowly ripped apart, limb by limb. Ouch!
Thankfully I did'nt tickle the dog's fancy or I'll be spending Recess Week in a hospital.