For those of you who didn't hear the story, the short form is that I found myself in a very bad place in a construction zone on the way to FilKONtario and the best alternative was to knock over several construction barrels. God was apparently looking out for fools and small children, because the only thing that was damaged was the mirror.
And my voice for the weekend, from shouting and screaming afterwards, but that was just a different kind of stupidity.