Back several years ago, there was an accident right down the road from my house. My husband and I heard screeching and something just didn't sound right. We ran down the road to see if everyone was okay. We didn't grab a driver, putter or a pitching wedge, nor did we go back to our house to get one.
My husband and I are trying to figure how this accident played out....
You hear an accident at the end of your driveway and a voice (possibly your husband) calling "help". You instinctively know to grab a golf club from your garage, run down to the accident and break the back window to get him out. You pull a six foot man from the front driver's seat over the back seat and out the back window of an Escalade.
OR...you hear the accident, run out, check the Escalade doors. They won't open. You run back to the house, grab that putter that's in the umbrella stand (instead of the spare key that is hanging right next to the putter), run back and break the back window of the Escalade. You climb in, unlock the driver's door and pull him out.
OR...at 2:30 in the morning you are practicing your putting because your husband is a much better golfer than you. You hear a crash, run (you just happen to have that putter in hand) break the window so you can get the person out of the vehicle and onto the ground.
OR...you are having a fight with your husband at 2:30 in the morning after a few Thanksgiving cocktails. He jumps in his car, speeds out in his SUV crashing into a tree and a fire hydrant while you are chasing him with a golf club. At this point, you say, "oh crap, this is serious, he needs help" and break the back window. Or you maybe say "you rat b****rd!!!" and break the window.
No matter which way it plays out...the back window gets broken. We can't wait to hear what really happened.
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