Worst Case

“I’ll try to get there by 5. I might be delayed until 5:30 depending on traffic; worst case is that I’m fed feet-first into a wood chipper then spend eternity knowing that everyone I knew and loved secretly thought I was an asshole.”

Feel free to copy and paste for those situations when you need to inform someone what the worst-case scenario is.

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