then you could at least be lucky.
The time I walked through a glass sliding door (I mean literally through the door -- it had just been cleaned by my incredibly fastidious mom, and it only appeared to be open), the glass came cascading down around me. This was not tempered glass, mind, so we are talking about shards of glass the size and approximate sharpness of a chef's knife. My shirt and pants were gashed, but, somehow, I managed to escape laceration, myself. Now that's how you're supposed to do it. |
