alpha_omega
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Yep…my grandad had an old ford pickup that we used for delivering sod from the farm. We had just gotten stuck 50 rolls of sod @ 50lbs in each truck driving across wet peat moss soil. Getting stuck happened daily, but this day my uncle was in a bad mood. Must have been up late drinking or something. After sticking his head out the window to looking back and yelling something at me, he got out of the truck to hook up a tow strap to the truck my fourteen year old self was driving (mind you I can hardly drive a stick at this point because I could barely touch the pedals, let alone see over the steering wheel at the same time). Being in one of his moods he slams the door - forgetting the window was rolled down - and pieces of it landed in the seat. Guess who had to clean his mess up?Reminds me of the story my 4 older siblings told me about the time my dad finally agreed to take them kite flying back in the early 70's. My brother had been pestering my dad to take them and when finally agreed and took them out to my uncles pasture, he was so excited that he slammed the back door of the car and since the window was only part way up, it ended up in pieces all across the back seat. My dad was pissed and promptly swept most of the glass off the backseat and onto the floor board and told the 4 of them to get back in the car and took them home.