So, you know that hilarious car scene in Tommy Boy, when the hood of the car flies up and covers the windshield as Chris Farley and David Spade are zipping down the road?
Well, last week as we were driving home from work one night, I was behind an old, beat-up white Corolla. I was in the right lane. The driver was in the left lane, going about 65mph, when all of a sudden a little thing kind of shot up from his car.* It was small, and we couldn't make it out, but the next thing we knew as the guy was starting to ascend a small hill, SLAM! His hood smacked back against his windshield just like in Tommy Boy. Aaaaah! My husband screamed to me to watch out as the guy pulled safely onto the left shoulder with his windshield totally obscured by his banged-up hood. Now, people much more decent than we are probably would've gone over to the guy to see if everything was okay, but I was too busy marveling at how it was Just! Like! Tommy Boy! to think of that until I was a good mile or two away. And then by that point, since we saw the guy pull over easily and without incident, we decided it was okay to laugh our butts off at what had just happened---it's funny when it's not you---because seriously? How often does life imitate a Chris Farley movie?**
*My husband would later guess, probably correctly, that this was likely the hook keeping the hood closed.
**Actually, in my family's case: twice. My sister once backed up with her driver's side door open and it bent backward against a large potted plant. Her poor Le Baron went through a lot when she was a teenager. She also once backed into a judge's car.