Who puts a pole in the middle of nowhere?

I didn't think people actually ran into poles.

I was mistaken. Proven wrong by myself, obviously.

Casually walking out of my last class I'm chatting with a guy in my discussion on his paper. I was very taken aback when he told me that he had already finished his ten page paper due next week. I was congratulating him on his accomplishment (while also kicking myself for watching Friday Nigh Lights for the last 16 hours instead of writing that paper) as I was opening the door to go outside. With my head turned to the right I wished my classmate a good evening and turned left.

walking directly vag. first into a pole.

The flustered classmate stammered his apologies and told me it was all his fault. With what dignity I had left, I just turned to him and said, "no this actually happens all the time." I stood there staring at the chest high pole. It had smacked me square in the center of my body. What a douchebag.

I am still bruised.

who in their right mind puts a pole directly outside of a door. I am baffled.

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