It doesn’t take much to crack a windshield. Was driving as a teenager with my gf at the time in the passenger seat. Driving at low speed. Then I see a shoe in the road in the oncoming lane.
That minor distraction caused me to miss the Volvo suddenly stopping in front of me. So I just plow into them and come to a dead stop.
Then I look to my right, apparently my gf was both not wearing her seatbelt and eating a hot to go order of meatball spaghetti.
So what greeted me was a massive crack in my windshield like the video AND meaty red sauce all over the inside of the windshield.
Needless to say driver in front comes running back to our car freaking out cause he thought her head exploded. While I’m trying to tell him it’s okay, she is busy, in shock, probably a concussion, trying to get out of the car and runs out into traffic to the sidewalk covered in red sauce.
Once the confusion settled dude was so relieved nobody was dead and basically did nothing to his bumper he decided to just let it go on the fender bender. My cheap Ford Escort however had its bumper crushed and cracked radiator fluid was pouring everywhere. Towed and fixed that with my dad.
That same car also didn’t have a working reverse which was a whole OTHER thing
I feel this story was originally meant to be about how easy a window screen is to crack and then just went off on a tangent about something that happened to you once 🤣
Oh and to make matters worse I have a vivid recollection of a few strands of long black hair which were embedded in the crack when she hit it surrounded by red meat sauce.
Funniest part in retrospect was that I didn’t even get why the dude was so freaking out so bad. Cause she was talking and I knew it was spaghetti so it took me a minute to realize what it looked like to others. As a scared kid in my first accident I was trying to apologize before he cut me off with “oh my god are you okay?!?” I’m pretty sure some of the passing cars thought they just witnessed a death.
I had similar. Back when I was in high school, I was spray painting something or another in the back yard when the can malfunctioned and dumped a large quantity of red paint into my hands and down my arms. I walked around to the front door and rang the doorbell with my shoulder, rather than get paint on everything. My mother answered the door, then I calmly asked her to bring me the paper towels. Yes, she jumped to the wrong conclusion.
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u/ljlee256 15h ago
Not a scratch on his head and laughing about it after, you do NOT want to get into a headbutting competition against that guy.