It Was Just One of Those Days
You know those days where you cannot decide if you should have gotten out of bed or not.
I was headed on a one-way trip to trade my truck in and buy a new ride when WHAM, a huge rock flew into my windshield. I saw the rock careening toward us a millisecond before impact. It hit so hard that I thought it might come through the windshield. My husband, kids and dog were all in the vehicle too. Everyone except the dog yelped. Pretty scary stuff. It was hurled at us from a gravel truck headed the opposite direction.
What can you do in those situations? I have heard of people running down the rock-thrower and getting their insurance to pay for it. I thought that option was a bit too dangerous since the first encounter was so hazardous.