Not Calling Shotgun
A very long while ago when I was real young (maybe 6-8) my mom was taking me and my older (8-10) brother to gymnastics. We were allowed to sit in the front as long as we didn’t distract our mom driving.
My mom asked us if we wanted to sit in the front and we both decided not to for some reason, which was weird because we usually fight to sit passenger.
Were on our way there and right as we start heading down one of the main roads a very large truck swerves into our lane hitting the back of our car, and we are thrown foreword into a parked car on the side of the road.
My moms leg was broken and my brother needed stitches in his lip that he bit through, and I was fine (just some car related trauma I still have).
The passenger seat though, was decimated. The chair was in a ball, the engine on top of it with a large hole in the dash and tons of broken glass in the seat, if my brother or I sat in shotgun that day we would be six feet deep right now. Story credit: Reddit / Planet_Honey