Not me, but I witnessed it.
I used to live in Rochester NY in the 80s. For those not familiar with it, the city is by one of the Finger Lakes in Upstate, which means that it gets almost as much rain as Seattle, and during the winter it gets either a hell of a lot of snow or half-frozen nastiness coming down that turns into a sheet of glare ice when it hits the ground.

One afternoon I'm coming out of the grocery store with my week's shopping, It's been snowing and icing lately, so the parking lots are treacherous for walking, let alone driving. I start to carefully go across the sidewalk to the parking lot when I hear the unmistakable sound of rubber sliding over ice.

This idiot in a little hatchback had been driving through the parking lot at the speed you would use on a summer day, lost control of his car and was now sliding across the lot at about 15 mph, spinning in circles as he goes.

And he's headed right for one of those light posts that stand on a three foot tall concrete pedestal.

As it happens, another car had just vacated that space. Because there had been cars there most of the time, and because cars tend to be warm underneath, the pavement was bare and fairly dry in that spot. The little hatchback comes flying into it backwards, the tires grab onto the pavement and he stops about six inches from the concrete pedestal, his car positioned there as if he had carefully backed into the spot.

As this poor bastard and his girlfriend are sitting there with faces the color of old milk and shaking, barely aware that they're still in one piece or that they're both sitting in puddles of urine, we all set our groceries down and gave them a standing ovation.

Yes, it was unnecessary for us to applaud his stupidity and unbelievable blind luck. But wouldn't you have done the same?
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sun 19 Jun 2005, 2:31, Reply)