My friend Linda went to Arkansas last week to visit her in-laws,
and while she was there she went to the store. She parked
the car in the parking lot, next to a car with a woman sitting
in it with her eyes closed and her hands behind her head.
This woman looked odd to Linda, but she figured she must
be sleeping. When Linda came out a little while later, she
saw the same woman in her car, with her eyes open, but her
hands still behind her head. The woman looked very strange,
so Linda tapped on the window and said, "Are you okay?"
and the woman said, "I have been shot in the head, and
I am holding my brains in." Linda didn't know what
to do, so she ran into the store and the supermarket called
the paramedics. They had to break into the car because the
door was locked. When they got in the car, they found that
she had bread dough on the back of her head, in her hands.
Apparently, a Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded in the heat of the car and hit her in the back of the head, making a loud explosion like that of a gun shot. When she went back to feel what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She passed out from fear at first, and then attempted to keep her brains in.