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A fierce gust of wind blew 45-year-old Vittorio Luise's car into a
river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window,
climb out and swim to shore-where a tree blew over and killed him.
Mike Stewart, 31, of Dallas was filming a movie in 1983 on the
dangers of low-level bridges when the truck he was standing on passed
under a low-level bridge-killing him.
In 1983, a Mrs. Carson of Lake Kushaqua, N.Y., was laid out in her
coffin, presumed dead of heart disease. As mourners watched, she
suddenly sat up. Her daughter dropped dead of fright.
A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay
back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he
was hurt so he could collect insurance money. The car rolled forward
and crushed him to death.
Surprised while burgling a house in Antwerp, Belgium, a thief fled
out the back door, clambered over a nine-foot wall, dropped down and
found himself in the city prison.
In 1976 a twenty-two-year-old Irishman, Bob Finnegan, was crossing
the busy Falls Road in Belfast, when he was struck by a taxi and
flung over its roof. The taxi drove away and, as Finnegan lay stunned
in the road, another car ran into him, rolling him into the gutter.
It too drove on. As a knot of gawkers gathered to examine the
magnetic Irishman, a delivery van plowed through the crowd, leaving
in its wake three injured bystanders and an even more battered Bob
Finnegan. When a fourth vehicle came along, the crowd wisely
scattered and only one person was hit-Bob Finnegan. In the space of
two minutes Finnegan suffered a fractured skull, broken pelvis,
broken leg, and other assorted injuries. Hospital officials said he
would recover.
While motorcycling through the Hungarian countryside, Cristo
Falatti came up to a railway line just as the crossing gates were
coming down. While he sat idling, he was joined by a farmer with a
goat, which the farmer tethered to the crossing gate. A few moments
later a horse and cart drew up behind Falatti, followed in short
order by a man in a sports car. When the train roared through the
crossing, the horse startled and bit Falatti on the arm. Not a man
to be trifled with, Falatti responded by punching the horse in the
head. In consequence the horse's owner jumped down from his cart and
began scuffling with the motorcyclist. The horse, which was not up to
this sort of excitement, backed away briskly, smashing the cart into
the sportscar. At this, the sportscar driver leaped out of his car
and joined the fray. The farmer came forward to try to pacify the
three flailing men. As he did so, the crossing gates rose and his
goat was strangled. At last report, the insurance companies were
still trying to sort out the claims.
Two West German motorists had an all-too-literal head-on collision
in heavy fog near the small town of Guetersloh. Each was guiding his
car at a snail's pace near the center of the road. At the moment of
impact their heads were both out of the windows when their heads
smacked together. Both men were hospitalized with severe head
injuries. Their cars weren't scratched.
In a classic case of one thing leading to another, seven men aged
18 to 29 received jail sentences of 3 to 4 years in
Kingston-on-Thames,
England, in 1979 after a fight that started when one of the men threw
a french fry at another while they stood waiting for a train.
Hitting on the novel idea that he could end his wife's incessant nagging by giving her a good scare, Hungarian Jake Fen built an
elaborate harness to make it look as if he had hanged himself. When
his wife came home and saw him she fainted. Hearing a disturbance a
neighbor came over and, finding that she thought were two corpses,
seized the opportunity to loot the place. As she was leaving the
room, her arms laden, the outraged and suspended Mr. Fen kicked her
stoutly in the backside. This so surprised the lady that she dropped
dead of a heart attack. Happily, Mr. Fen was acquitted of
manslaughter and he and his wife were reconciled.
An unidentified English woman, according to the London Sunday
Express was climbing into the bathtub one afternoon when she
remembered she had left some muffins in the oven. Naked, she dashed
downstairs and was removing the muffins when she heard a noise at the
door. Thinking it was the baker, and knowing he would come in and
leave a loaf of bread on the kitchen table if she didn't answer his
knock, the woman darted into the broom cupboard. A few moments later
she heard the back door open and, to her eternal mortification, the
sound of footsteps coming toward the cupboard. It was the man from the
gas company, come to read the meter. "Oh," stammered the woman, "I
was expecting the baker." The gas man blinked, excused himself and
departed.
Remember these examples when YOU think you're having a bad day!!
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