Yeah, I think we all have done it, at one time!
I left a white ash flatbow I had made, on the top of my Buick car, as my buddies and me left for a club shoot at Cloverdale, late '80s.
Remembered, as I heard a thump, about a block away from the house. Luckily, the bow suffered just a little road rash!
Had a family friend, neighbor, experience a life ending accident. He went to local lumber yard, bougth 2 sheets plywood, just a few miles away.
One sheet took flight at an intersection, and went thrut he windsheild of small truck, killing driver.