just heard on the news, in re: a small commuter plane (headed for the grand canyon) crashing into a hangar: “the pilot suddenly found himself faced with a decision, and instead, he crashed into the hangar“. i think he should have made the decision, myself. “the hangar, a mass of twisted metal, and the plane only intact from the cockpit back“. only. well, that’s the important part, right? but that sounds scarier than “the nose got all bent out of shape” i suppose.
unintentional comedy at its finest, folks.