When I was 18, I came outside after finishing my shift at a fast food place July 4th to get into my car and go home,...and right where I stood as I unlocked the driver's door was a flattened out shotgun slug. It had hit so hard that it was fused with the pebbles of the asphalt and I couldn't pluck it up from the surface without using a pocket knife. Had it fallen just a few more inches over, I'm sure it would have plowed right through the roof of my Pinto.