worst case scenario

a relative phrase, never to be uttered or even thought, lest a worse situation should arise.
a man was riding a mule along a steep mountain trail. suddenly, a cougar darted in front of him. the mule spooked, pitched him from the saddle, and ran further down the trail, taking the man’s gun, gps beacon, and supplies with it. the man tried to run, but found that his ankle was broken. he attempted to back away, instead, but his ankle collapsed on some loose stones and he fell backwards toward the precipice, catching himself at the last moment on some old tree roots. as he hung there, with the cougar pawing at the gravel above him and the roots beginning to come free of the rocky soil, he saw a bright cl-ster of wild berries just within reach. in despair, the man leaned out, grabbed a handful and began chewing on them — to his surprise, they were wonderfully sweet! savoring their taste, the man decided that he had, by all rights, lived a good life, and he braced himself for the worst.

suddenly, the cougar pounced! the man jerked back, and to his amazement, the cougar sailed past him, lost its footing on the slope it had aimed for, and plummeted to the canyon floor far beneath. a cascade of tiny stones followed the big cat, and larger stones followed those. the man looked around and realized that a larger set of tree roots had been revealed beneath the shifting stone. he wiped his free hand, reached out, and got a secure grip. within a minute, he was back on the trail. as he was catching his breath, he saw his slightly skittish mule trotting back down the path, heading for home. he whistled, bringing it back to him. he made a quick splint for his ankle and threw himself back into the saddle.

a few hours later, he was back at his campsite, where he told his fellow campers one of the most amazing stories they had ever heard. the man ate a hearty meal, took some aspirin for his ankle and his nerves, and went to sleep in his tent, anxious for the morning ride back to civilization.

he never woke up. the berries he ate were poisonous.

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whatever you are thinking, you haven’t found the worst case scenario yet. don’t pretend that you have.
pinocchio in court as a lawyer defending a man who has just killed 34 nuns, 40 kids and 14 men.
shrek 2. say something stupid, like you’re wearing womens underwear!
accidentally sh-tting your pants, generally in a public place, car, or while intoxicated.
“what smells?”

“pull over, i think i just had a worst case scenario.”
when the worst gets worse, when the event turns from horable to dangorous
that bra would be my worst case scenario (pink with b–b destrestalizer)