Glad to hear that you are OK. Bet that smarted plenty.
I have to share my favorite ND story:
About 25 years ago, we lived on the east side of the Sierras, just down the mountain from Tahoe. One night a couple of deputies were hitting the buffet at Harrah's, which, at that time, was a cheap place to get a good meal. As one of them sat down, somehow his weapon and holster ended up under him. Through means not exactly understood, perhaps poor holster design, or a confluence of unlikely events, as he sat down the firearm discharged.
Nobody (but possibly him) was injured. He heard a loud bang and felt something whack him solidly on the butt. He didn't know whether he was shot or not, so he and his partner retired to the men's room to check it out.
So picture this: The deputy is in the restroom, with his partner behind him, his pants down around his ankles. With his pants down, he had no convenient place to put his weapon, so he was holding it in both hands, with the muzzle up.
In walked a couple of tourists.
The possibly injured deputy turned to his partner and said, "Kiss it."
The tourists left.
Fortunately, the deputy was only suffering from the effects of recoil. But I'll bet those tourists had a story to tell when they got home.