No, it couldn’t possibly be. More things need to go wrong. Like sideswiping a minivan as I’m trying to park my mini on my way to my running club meeting.
But, and I’m counting this as one of those stupid 47 things (because I think I’m behind), I sussed out the owner of said minivan (I had my choice of several store fronts–lucky for me I found the her right away) and owned up to the damage (which was negligible on her car, much more than negligible on mine).
Now it’s time for bed.