Wow. I’m still trying to come to terms with being shot at.

And ending the above sentence with a preposition.

There I was, minding my own business, heading home after hiking with the dog and running an errand to pick up a styrofoam shipping container so I could send a big bunch of freshly harvested eggplant and chilies to my daughter when all of a sudden a number of events occurred almost simultaneously:

The auditory pathways of my brain registered a pop, I was showered with glass and Jake, sitting on the passenger seat behind me, let out a high-pitched...