Message 27/48
Date: 26-Apr-10 @ 07:42 AM -
RE: damn
I'm reminded of a story -- apparently true.
A lady drove to a supermarket and did her weekly shopping. Returning to her car she stuffed the bags on the back seats, sat in the driver's seat, scoffed a snack and prepared to drive off. Suddenly there was a loud bang. She felt the impact on the back of her head. Feeling with her hand, she tentatively touched where the impact had been. The wet, sticky, viscous substance that she found left her in no doubt that the back of her skull had been blown off -- she could even feel the lumpy texture of her brain, with just a bit of give. In horror, she sat perfectly still waiting for someone to notice her, thinking that if she didn't move the surgeons might be able to save her life. People parked next to her, shopped, returned and drove off. She couldn't turn her head in case her brain fell out. No one looked in to her car. When the supermarket had closed a worker noticed her car, alone in the car park. He walked over and, seeing the lady's tearful face, asked if all was okay. The woman explained her predicament through gritted teeth. The worker reached around her head and, without warning, sank his fingers into the soft gooey texture and ripped a large piece away in his fist. She shrieked then, just before fainting, laughed.
Turns out she'd bought one of those bake-your-own bread cartons that contain the ready-to-go dough. Because of the heat the canister had exploded, splattering the back of her head with a glob of dough that she'd thought was the old grey.