Over the weekend I experienced my second ever tornado warning. The sky turned green, everything green turned black. We spent the day inside drinking hard-cider and sitting on the countertops because no one has any furniture yet.
I say "second ever tornado warning" because one summer my sister and I visited my grandmother in her tiny town in Ohio. There isn't a whole lot for bratty teenagers to do there, and I announced that I was "so bored that I could die". About 15 minutes later the town went into full tornado lockdown.
I thought that exact same phrase while reading quantitative analysis for homework. Tempt the weather-gods and you'll what what's coming to you.
Not real death. Death by embarrassment. Death by being caught in a pre-tornado thunderstorm while wearing a white eyelet skirt and leopard print undies when you are trying to be taken very seriously at your graduate school.