I hate weather reports that say "Temperature: 93F - Feels Like: 115F"
Like, I gotta throw all our trash out at the end of the day, feels like a damn sauna or something.
If I'm in the back of the mail room sometimes I run to get the door when there's nobody else close by.
In terms of an actual distance, I was getting carry-out from a restaurant once and the skies opened up so I had to run back to the building I work in.
A group of friends in high school did that, they called it "sack-tap."
They never did it to me because they said I was so quiet I would probably be able to destroy everyone at it ๐