Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Asleep at the Wheel

Yesterday, I was coming home from the city (after having done a couple of hours of work) and I arrived home around 5:30 pm. Peter doesn't usually get home from his work until at least 5:45 pm. The approach to our driveway is up a small hill and the trees on the left-hand side of the road block the view of the garage door. Just before I turn into our driveway, I always push the button to open the garage door, as I am rounding the corner I notice that Peter's truck is in the garage and the door is open. I push the button again to stop the door from coming down.

As I head into the garage to park the van I hear the antenna go "TWONG" and then I hear a scrape along the roof of the van. WTF? I then realize - well, I did push the button to stop the door from coming down, I neglected to push it again to make it go back up.

I get out - look at the top of the van and really don't see any damage. I push the button and the door does the "death rattle" back down. I go into the house and I don't say a word to Peter.

Peter heads off early to work this morning. I get up at my usual time, turn on the computer and I get this email from Peter.

The garage door is broken (out of track bottom left). It is fully up so you can get out if necessary. I unplugged it as well.


I phone him and confess my crime.

Routine has a way of making one be oblivious to our surroundings.

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