We were heading into town - myself in the driving seat, my better half next to me, two of my step-daughters, and my middle daughter in the back - to grab some lunch. The windows were down, because the aircon had packed up in my ageing Vauxhall Zafira, following its MOT in April.
My daughter had just noticed that the local comic shop had a PokéStop attached to it. We were stationary in traffic, waiting for the lights to change - the same lights I'd sat at thousands of times.
I was talking about how I felt guilty that I hadn't been in the shop for over five years, after I started buying my comics online, and how she could forget it if she thought I was going in there to look for Squirtles...
And that's when some guy decided to launch himself through the window at me.