Seriously, you can't take me anywhere

Last Friday, one hour before I was to leave for a children's writers conference, the trunk of my car closed on my face. I know, it's hard to picture. I should mention that the trunk door is unreliable and slightly evil. It closes, unsuspectingly, and with surprising force, on a regular basis - most often while I am unloading grocery bags. I can usually dodge the door, but many times I have had the back of my head pounded with dizzying speed. It's more than a little painful and occasionally draws