I was a senior in high school when I got my first car, and I loved it to death. My over protective mother wouldn't let me drive it to my bf's house late at night because you had to drive through a scary part of town to get there. Well, SHE thought it was scary, but it really wasn't. Anyway.
So I would always tell her I was going to see another friend and go over to his house. One night I had done so, and we were feeling adventurous, so we decided to find a dark area and make out in the car. It was one of those super hot and sticky nights, so I kept the car running and the AC on while we were going at it. At one point, he got a cramp in his leg. He tried to relieve it by straightening it out. I swear to god, his foot BARELY tapped the windshield, and it SHATTERED.
We think it was because there was such a contrast in climate from the outside and the inside of the car. I was so upset, but I wasn't sure if I was upset because my precious baby car got hurt, or because I had no way of explaining to my mom how it got shattered!
He and I still laugh about it to this day. We haven't dated in five years, but we're still really close.