Luckily, I've never had a splat from a height in my life, because that would have been very fucked up, because in my life I was involved in various works at heights - painting works, facade works, I worked on the installation of security installations, set up cameras and various antennas and sensors .... I have been on ladders and at heights too often.
If I had fallen from one of those heights, I certainly wouldn't be knocking here with you right now...
As in your case, if I say that I now have an office with glass doors, you can conclude that the three of us colleagues, who work in it, each had our own acquaintance with glass doors in very close contact 😀
But that was already said...
I'm going far into the past... During elementary school, something around 1985-1986.
We watched the then very popular Australian movie BMX Bandits and all the kids got on the bikes.
Equally those who knew how to drive, but also those who could not, but wanted to drive...
Next to the school yard there was a narrow passage, slightly more than 1.5 m wide, through which we regularly raced, went parallel, passed each other.
And so, I, who was riding a bike well on one side of the passage, at full speed, and on the other end a friend who was not a good rider...
We go quickly towards each other, I a little faster, and he, more uncertainly, slower.
At the moment of passing, when everyone should be on their own side of the aisle, he loses control out of fear, I press hard on the brake, he doesn't do it, but starts screaming out of fear ... And splash...
Epilogue..
Scraped knees and elbows, nodules on the head, one bloody nose and a bruise under the eye...
🤣
That's a good splat indeed and some decent injustices to go along with it.. you must have an expert level of vertical splatting!
Keep splatting, life is more interesting when splatting!