The driver side mirror flew off and skittered across the garage. I got out and saw a biggish crumple at the front joint of the drivers door. The hoochie kept on walking. A kind fellow parker retrieved my mirror.
When I got to my massage therapist's place I reached down to examine the broken mirror and cut my thumb and index finger. Small wounds, but blood everywhere. My massage guy gave me band aids. The massage was great, but when I got home I took a Xanax.
Tomorrow we find out what the damages are going to cost us. Seeing as the car is 6 years old, maybe it's time for an upgrade anyway.