"God damn everything," muttered Clay just after cutting someone off to get into his turn lane. It was just starting to look like he'd be on time for work with about thirty seconds to spare, when some idiot came out of the parking lot without paying attention and crashed right into the front of his car. He had no time to think or say anything but a surprised yelp before his vision went dark. 

When he woke up, everything was a jumbled mess. There were police lights approaching the scene. There was broken glass all around him,  and a few small droplets of blood scattered on his lap. There was a voice outside his window. 

"Dude, are you awake? Holy shit! I'm so sorry! I was–– I mean–– I didn't mean to––" 

No shit he didn't mean to. Clay had never seen the guy before in his life. His response was a sullen glare and a soft growl, which didn't do much to shut him up. It at least provided the comfort that he hadn't been sitting in the driver's seat with a shard of glass in his larynx. He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He muttered an obscenity that would make a sailor's skin crawl, and hauled himself out of the "open" window.