Bob drove along Highway 73, humming a song. The truck in front of him had a surfboard on it. Look, said Bob. Look at the surfboard on the truck. Drive, Bob, drive!
Oops, the surfboard fell off the truck. Fly, surfboard, fly! The surfboard flew through the air and hit Bob's windshield. It went right by Bob's head. Duck, Bob, duck! Oh my! Oh dear! Oh shit! There is glass in Bob's car, on his car seat, in his air conditioning, and even in his hair!
Bob is sad. Bob's windshield is broken. Bob also almost got his ass killed. Do you know the man with the truck? Bob wants to talk to him.