Fun little nonsense story time. I was just taking a break from work, stretching the legs. Filled my water pitcher, said hi to the parents. Mom was opening a 24-pack case of cans of pop. While I walked into the next room, we heard a loud bang. Dad pointed out that it sounded like a 22 going off.
Mom had been cutting the side off of the box but was now standing there, staring at the cans in the box, confused. One of the cans on the top had burst, split perfectly lengthwise, straight up from the table. It sat alongside the other still-pressurized cans.
The way it broke is astounding. Barely anything spilled. The split was nowhere near her cuts. What possessed this can to decide that was the moment to go?
I guess that was neat.