I was supposed to help with a service project at the Hope Center yesterday, but I was kept away due to some bizarre circumstances. I woke up, got ready, and headed out the door only to find that my windshield had been smashed into a spiderweb. Upon closer inspection I noticed what looked like small feathers and animal feces surrounding the point of impact. So, my first thought was, "Did someone throw a dead bird into my windshield?" The second was, "I must have really ticked someone off to get the dead-bird treatment. This is just like the Godfather movies..." As I was pondering this, a construction worker from across the street approached me and said, "Ya know what happen'? This goose come flyin' outta da air and crash inta yer windshield. I saw it." He pointed in the direction where he last saw the goose, and sure enough, there were two geese about thirty feet from my car - one of them looking disheveled and somewhat insane. Bewildered, I just stood there until the worker added, "You can shoot it if you want to. I'll understand."
I'm pretty sure there wasn't a statistic for flying-goose-caused broken windshields until the one belly-flopped on my car yesterday. Even though this is going to be an expensive repair, it's pretty stinking funny. Check out some photos I took of the aftermath:
Notice the feather.
The culprit(s).
4 comments:
tom - after you have your old windshield removed, you ought to keep it in tact and bring it home. find the goose, chuck the windshield at him or her then take a crap on him. this seems to be the way a just man ought to handle your situation. you're welcome. wow.
this.
is.
amazing.
You are the only person I can think of who would experience this and not make any part of it up.
dude. that's funny.
You're right. That IS a great story.
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