Well, two incidents come to mind:
Stupid incident #1:
Years ago I used to live in a ground-floor apartment with a parking space that was located directly in front of my door. Got into my car, realized I’d left my lunch tote inside the apartment, *left my car door open * while I quickly went back inside to retrieve it. Came out a couple of minutes later, got into my car, shut the door and took off.
A few minutes later I had the piss scared out of me when a cat leaped from the back seat into the front seat of the car. Brain shutdown commenced and only pure animal instinct cutting through the yammering terror allowed me to stomp on the brakes and avoid the massive wall of oncoming traffic. When I finished screaming like a little girl, the big-girl obscenities followed. It was like butter!
(I drove back to my apartment complex and let the cat out there. Figured it belonged to someone there. )
Stupid incident #2:
Moved into new house a few years ago. Nice and big, lots of bedrooms, nothing on the walls yet for a few weeks after we moved in. Hubby bought a beautiful, very large deco mirror for the foyer, and mounted it on the wall of the foyer. First place you come to immediately upon exiting the master bedroom is…the foyer.
Late at night a few days after the mirror was mounted, and I woke up needing a good, cold drink of water. I got up, wandered out of the master bedroom and screamed myself shitless when I saw someone else there in the foyer. I turned to run back into the bedroom and ran smack into the wall, landing ass-first on the carpet. As I was trying to sort this all out I looked up and saw **Mr. Storm ** standing over me looking really, really irritated. “What the hell were you screaming about?”