On one cold morning a week or two ago, I went to get blood works done in the early hours. I parked my car across the street, went into the labs, and came out ready to head to work. When I got back to my car though, I was in a bit of shock and started laughing out loud to find this imprint on my windshield.
Oh sure, it might just be because that’s the area that the windshield heater was blowing the most, and the cold air just hadn’t cooled that part of the windshield sufficiently yet.
Or…there’s a really busty woman following me and my car around, pressing her chest on my windshield when I’m gone.
I guess we’ll neeeeeeever know. 
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