Yeah, I’m constantly trying to keep myself in check when it comes to loose crap in the truck. I dated a girl in San Diego who as a child was in an accident. Her dad had just taken her to McDonald’s, and she had a unwrapped McDonald’s straw on the dash. When they got into the accident the straw became a projectile, and buried itself several inches into the soft part of your face below her chin. Still had a scar from it 15 years later.
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