Unordinary Week

You smile at your decision. Better safe than sorry - you say to yourself. You look at the coats that wrap around your body and decide to get them off before you sweat to death. You throw your gears on the side and start unbuttoning your shirt. Suddenly you slip and fall onto your back (onto a rock) and break a rib. You then careen down the hill, scraping your skin as you slide past sharp objects. When you finally stop rolling you are a complete mess. Betty started screaming when she saw you and the old folks (tried to) stand up and made their way to the road. Nobody called the ambulance (since you look like you have mental issues, they figured you will die sooner or later) and you die.