My great-grandparents lived in the middle of town, one day great-grandpa was sitting on the couch having his coffee and a cigarette... a deer came crashing through the picture window, ran right by him, bumped him and kicked his coffee cup and ran back out the broken window. My great-grandma said she was in the other room wondering what he had done now, thought he’d blown half the house up from the noise
She went in to find him still sitting on the couch, broken coffee cup handle in his hand and a crooked cigarette hanging out of his mouth
