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Death by Bulletin Board

This is the story of the time I almost died in the middle of Michael's.

I was there getting something for my birthday and Michael's was having a huge sale. I've been wanting a bulletin board for Aaron's room for awhile so I wanted to see if they had one for a good deal so I could do something like this

This is a bulletin board I already had in my house for my jewelry

I walked onto an aisle and it was made completely of bulletin boards, and they were pretty. I stopped to look at one with a golden border that said it was 60% off. I pulled it out to look for the price, but the one next to it on the bottom shelf started to move. I set the bulletin board against the cart by Aaron's feet while I tried to fix it. 

More bulletin boards started to move after that on the bottom shelf and I caught them with my leg, trying to hold them in place while I put them back. Then, the bulletin boards on the top shelf started falling out. I caught them with one arm and tried to shove them back in, but then more started to fall so I had both arms holding them up and one leg holding the bottom shelf together. 

I was so embarrassed by this, I didn't want to yell really really loud for help. I was hoping that I could get them back in, but it wasn't happening. Then I hoped that someone would walk by and then come help, but that didn't happen either. I stood there then started calling for help, but not with my all. 

Then Aaron kicked the bulletin board in front of him and the board fell on the cart just right, pushing it down the aisle away from me. One of the bulletin boards crashed to the ground then, and Aaron started crying. That's when a man walked by and came to my rescue. Then an employee came too and they started grabbing all the bulletin boards. I told them I'd just been walking by because I was embarrassed haha. I quickly got out of there. 

And that's the story of how I was almost crushed by bulletin boards because I was too embarrassed to scream for help. 


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