<human>: So this past weekend I was doing construction work for my next door neighbor lifting loads of dirt in a wheelbarrow for his foundation. The work was pretty intense and my whole body was sore, but my hands were particularly aching and weak from all of the lifting.

During our lunch break we sauntered over to my house and casually started chipping some golf balls in my yard as my golf clubs were left out. Everything was fine until it was my turn to hit a few. All eyes on me, I brought the club back, and swung--however the club did not stop swinging. Not only did I vastly overcompensate he amount of force required to swing the club (because I'd been lifting heavy things all day), I completely lost grip of the club as my hands were weak and drained at that point.

For what seemed like an eternity, we all watched as the club sailed sky high in the direction of my neighbor's truck. And, because of my luck, we all knew it would land exactly where we didn't want it to. 

After what seemed to be the real life equivalent of a slow motion moment, the club crashed through his windshield leaving many cracks all over the glass.

We were all speechless, and everyone but me immediately burst out laughing. Extremely embarrassed, I had to make the walk of shame over to my neighbor and while trying to work out how I could possibly explain what just happened without making me look like a complete moron.

Could you distill the essence of the text into 1-3 sentences?
<bot>: Muscles sore from doing construction work all day, went to hit a golf ball, golf club locked onto neighbor's truck's windshield, glass everywhere, didn't yell "fore."