I hopped in my car this morning to drive down to Provo from Sandy and as I was backing up out of the driveway, I realized I'd left my camera in my parents' house. So I parked the car, went inside, picked up what I had almost forgotten, and left again.
At the intersection of 110th South and State Street I just barely missed the light and had to wait for the next one.
On the freeway, I had to slow down for an "oversized load" - a freakishly large chemical tank perched precariously on the back of a long, flat trailer.
Fifteen or so miles later, something small and heavy hit my windshield at seventy-five miles per hour causing a nasty chip the size of my thumb.
If I had not forgotten my camera, or if I had made that light at 110th South, or if I had not slowed down for the oversized load, that rock would have likely bounced harmlessly off of the freeway. At worst it would have hit somebody else's car.
Today, though, it was my turn to get a rock chip.