He may not have been trying to hit her head, but his aim was true.

She had been out for a stroll. On her way to the market to pick up a few groceries. Her cupboards were far from bare, but she'd been running low on her tea and those delightful little biscuits from that one shop she'd stumbled upon the previous week. Minding her own business when something struck her head. It didn't hurt so much as caught her off-guard, pissing her off to the degree that there was fire in her eyes as she spun on her heels in search of the offender. Darting her head back and forth at a speed that would give most whiplash.

"Alright, who's the wise-guy?!"