Recently, while looking at the vibrant lights of Hong Kong through a bus window, I noticed for the eleven-millionth time those little dots and that black band running along the edge of the glass. “What are these?” I wondered. So when I got home, I called up a major automotive glass manufacturer to find out.
You know when someone finds the face of the Virgin Mary in a piece of toast? The same thing happened to one man in Sandwich, IL, only with bird shit on his windshield and Michael Jackson. Amazingly, it didn't sell on eBay.