Have you, or anyone you know, hit a glass door hard, not realizing it was there?

Once. That’s all it took. I hit a sliding glass patio door hard. It didn’t break, luckily, but I knocked it part way off the bottom rail.

Not me, but my neighbor friend from a few doors down the corridor once did.
His father came to my door to ask for help (to call 112; he didn’t speak Dutch at the time).
His son, my neighbor friend, apparently had walked with his head only, through a glass interior door.
I had to almost choke him to try to make the bleeding from his neck stop.
Fortunately the Pata medics arrived swiftly and he survived.
Those days I was not sure whether it had been a tragic accident, or a purposeful deed.
I’ve never asked him about it since.

O!!

I did once, walking in and out of the house. The door had been opened, and I was going back and forth carrying stuff out to the barbecue and the table. I went to walk back in and the door had been closed without my knowing it.

BAM! Damn near broke it.

When we moved to this town we rented the bottom floor of a hundred year old house. It had two sets of French doors in the living room, one leading to a “parlor,” the other to the dining room and the rest of the house. They were that old, non-safety glass.
I was at work when I got a call from my 11 year old daughter. She and my oldest daughter who would have been 17 at that time, got into a bit of an altercation and managed to break the biggest pane of glass in one of the doors. My daughter told me that her sister said to just clean it up real quick and Mom won’t even know it happened! But she felt it was her duty to tell me.
So, I eventually arrived home, armed with all of this knowledge.
I sat down next to my oldest and started some chit chat.
“How was your day?”
“Oh, fine! Fine!” she said.
“Anything exciting happen today?”
“No! Nope! Nothing at all!”
“Anything you want to tell me?”
“Nope! Everything is just great!”
I was starting to get a little pissed at the lying…but just then her sister just stepped right through the door where the glass used to be. I saw my daughter, next to me subtly JUMP out of her skin and I just lost it! I laughed and laughed and laughed SO hard. I literally fell on the ground I was laughing so hard!
My oldest shot my youngest a dirty look and stormed off into her bedroom, totally busted!
Oh, God that was funny!
In those days I jumped all over anything for a chance to laugh….
It was a couple of months before I had the money to replace it so they just got in the habit of walking right through that door.
When I put the glass back in, I put some pretty lace curtains up too so they wouldn’t forget.

Only once. I was walking briskly down the road when I turned into a branch of Holland and Barrett and walked smack into a glass door smashing it. I was a bit shaken though completely unhurt. I still can’t believe I did it. It was a two piece glass door and the panel to the left was open but the one on the right was closed. As it was all glass I just didn’t notice it. I had just come out of the cinema and the light was failing – well I can come up with excuses but I still feel stupid.

A neighbour of ours had a worse experience when rushing from his office at 5.00 he put his hand through a glass door at the entrance cutting a tendon in his wrist. He has still not regained full mobility in that hand and he still experiences discomfort many years later.

Yes, that is why we now have a sticker on it, so it can be seen better.

My dad was on temporary duty for his company and stayed at a Howard Johnson’s; one of the other motel clients slipped on the bath mat on the floor, he crashed through the glass shower door. They figured he bled out in three to five minutes, deep cuts to neck, arms and stomach areas.

Oh God….

Yes, I did when I was around 8 or 9.
Came running out of some store, can’t remember which & KERRTHWONK
Faceplanted the door with enough force to bounce me onto my arse, no harm done though.