My friend Linda went to Arkansas last week to visit her in-laws, and while
she was there she went to the store. She parked the car in the parking
lot, next to a car with a woman sitting in it with her eyes closed and her
hands behind her head. This woman looked odd to Linda, but she figured she
must be sleeping. When Linda came out a little while later, she saw the
same woman in her car, with her eyes open, but her hands still behind her
head. The woman looked very strange, so Linda tapped on the window and
said, "Are you okay?" and the woman said, "I have been shot in the head, and
I am holding my brains in." Linda didn't know what to do, so she ran into
the car because the door was locked. When they got in the car, they found
that she had bread dough on the back of her head, in her hands.
Apparently, a Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded in the heat of the car
and hit her in the back of the head, making a loud explosion like that of a
gun shot. When she went back to feel what it was, she felt the dough and
thought it was her brains. She passed out from fear at first, and then
attempted to keep her brains in.