Of course, it did. And no amount of makeup can cover the shiner that I now have, thus prompting a slew of "who beat you up?" questions from my co-workers, plus the deputy account executive and her ilk, plus the people in visiting from Phoenix. It's embarassing, and I don't even have a good story to tell to explain it -- just that I got into a fight with my trunk, and I lost.
Got a good suggestion for a story?