Remember when I hit that guy’s mirror just over a week ago? Well, here it is. Which makes sense, because I didn’t see any glass on the ground around the Impala after I hit it. I thought it strange at the time, but not worth fretting over. Maybe it simply disintegrated or… Who knows?

I noticed yesterday, after over a week of barely driving, that I had tiny, sharp shards of glass in my car from the accident, which made sense because my window had been open. So today at work, where we have a cordless vacuum, I went through my car sucking up the dangerous pieces off the seats and floors.

There, under my driver’s seat, was the entire mirror. I guess it had ricocheted through my car and landed under my seat, since it could not have slid there from the other side. Thankfully, it did not bonk me in the head. I like my head.

This find makes it even more remarkable that my mirror sustained only cosmetic damage. I like to consider it proof that Hondas are well made and Chevys are, well, crap.