Look on the bright side of things, man. You’ll be able to DOMINATE the water cooler small talk come Monday morining. Tina from accounting will probably ask whether or not you made it in to work OK because the roads are slick, and you’ll be able to rebuttal with a story about how you slid across three lanes of traffic and walked it off like a boss. Not sure how that happens, not even sure how that guy got tossed from his whip in the first place, but none of that matters. It’s all on tape.
Congratulations man, you’ve cheated death. Some straight up Final Destination shit. Just hope that road rash heals soon, though. Summer will be here before you know it and you don’t want to have to be that weird guy with his shirt on in the pool all summer long.