My Dad once shot the hood of our family car sighting in his Remington 30-06 rifle. The bullet ricocheted off the hood and flew haplessly off target. For years later, he drove that car around with a big giant rust spot on the hood in the shape of a glancing bullet to remind him of his momentary lapse of reasoning. My Uncle once got hit in the head with the top of a tiki bar he was helping his friends disassemble. I'm sure it had nothing to do with "over-hydrating" at the Jimmy Buffet party he was attending/ To make matter much worse, he was wearing a kilt. So, in essence, he nearly got "kilt".....in a kilt!