Booked

My one way ticket to hell is booked. This is a disclaimer for this post... if you are going to think less of me after reading this then don't read it. If you are going to read it and think I'm only human go on, keep reading.

So here is how the story goes. One sunny day last week Michael and I were walking to class. If you know Rexburg you know there is a giant dreaded hill, remember this, it's important later. We began to walk up the hill by the Kimball building towards the Ricks building. I was telling Michael a story of a girl who resembled Violet on Charlie and the Chocolate factory and how I felt so bad for her. I'll admit I was kind of laughing while I told him and I was kinda impersonating her. That's the part where I guess I thought about booking my ticket to hell.

We continued up the hill and I looked up. There was a boy on the left coming towards the Kimball from the Hinckley Building. This boy was in a wheelchair. Yes, a wheelchair. And since it was downhill he was rolling in that wheelchair. As he began to pick up speed I turned to Michael and said "What if he ran into the...."I was going to say curb, until he hit a crack and *cRaSH * bOOm * BooM. He was sprawled out in the middle of the road. Now this isn't the worst part about it.
The worst part about it was I started to laugh and if you know me you know that if I really think something is funny I can't control my laughter. I was laughing so hard I was crying. I turned around so my back was to the boy and buried my face in Michael's neck/jacket so I wouldn't look like the heartless jerk laughing at the boy who fell out of his wheelchair. That is the part where my ticket to hell was booked with a nonrefundable one way ticket.
I really guess I just thought it was so funny that the second I began to say something he crashed. I guess I find irony humorous. You can judge and think that I'm a bad person, but I promise that if I wasn't laughing so hard I would have been the first person over there to help him back in. Promise.