Car Doors and I Do Not Get Along

So after my trip to Black Friday (I refused to step foot in a store on Thursday... Even though mom forgot potatoes for the dinner) I was finally at home, and gathering my things to go inside. I reached up to close the back hatch of my car and then the worst happened: the door suddenly stopped and my hand didn't.

What happened:

Not the best picture, sorry.

In this picture you can't really tell, but my nail is cracked pretty far. There's a slice of skin hanging on by some Liquid Skin (basically clear nail polish that smells like bananas to me) just underneath my nail, and the bruising hasn't started yet.

It hurts like a sonuvab*tch, even 24 hours later. 

And that's how I lost THAT nail...