So this isn't really a horror story because it ended up not doing any damage, but it still scared the shite out of me.

A week ago I was driving south out of Atlanta on my way back home from Tennessee and this black cylindrical thing (I still don't know what it was) detached from a semi while I was changing lanes and I could just tell it was gonna hit me as it bounced along. It spun up and hit me smack dab in the windshield, and that shite was loud. I honestly can't believe it didn't crack it.

Several years ago, though, my brother and I were driving this futon back to our parents' house. We were in separate cars. My brother was driving our dad's Avalanche and I was in my car. Well, we were dumb and didn't secure the futon in the back of the Avalanche. We thought it would be fine, but we stupidly took the interstate instead of the slower back roads. I was driving behind my brother and that frame just came right out of the damn thing. I swerved to miss it and I still thank God there wasn't a car right next to me because I didn't even look. The frame shattered all over the road and it's a wonder we didn't cause some kind of accident.

But we didn't. It didn't hit anyone, we pulled off to the side of the interstate to make sure everyone was alright, and that was that. It was stupid of us and we were glad it wasn't worse, because it could have been.