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So when I was 12, my mom and I were in a hotel and we went down to the gym together. I started using the treadmill, but the speed wasn't increasing no matter how many times I hit the button. So, no, turns out it just had a helluva lag. So it starts going super fast. Now, these treadmills weren't arranged safely. They were stuffed up next to each other and 2" away from the wall, facing the room. So there's no way I can jump off. So I hold myself up on the armrests and ask my mom to turn it off, but she can't figure out where the button is. She asks the other person in the room, this very fit guy on a treadmill, to help her find the button, but he's useless. So she keeps trying to find the button and in the process she knocks into my arm and I fall. I ended up with my knees caught between the wall and the treadmill until she could find the stop button. Ow.
Did... Did I just see a man die?