I had a couple kids cutting up a car in the shop compound so we can send the metal to the recyclers.
One lovely cherub (recently transferred from a bustling big city to our wee redneck town) came back in the shop, with blood all over his right hand. "It's fine, no problem" he says.
I ask him what happened.
"I was going to remove the glass, but I couldn't find a tire iron."
"So you punched it?" I ask.
"Yeah, but I'm fine, it's just a scratch." Not by my opinion, but it's not my hand....
"Well first off, remove your rings - once that hand starts swelling.... And go get some ice on it!"
He leaves to get some first aid, and I head outside to see what happened.
I see blood all over the windshield, and two cracked divots in the glass.
"Tell me he didn't punch the windshield."
He did.
So we had a nice discussion about regular safety glass and how and why it explodes into a bazillion pieces, and about the laminated safety glass used in the windshield and how it's designed to stop birds, deer and rocks from coming in through the windshield at 60mph. And fists, apparently, quite effectively.
Vice Principal came by, checking on things. "What happened to him?" he asks.
"He tried to punch his fist through laminated safety glass.... Some kids just need to learn that way."