I just got locked in my own garage. (TR, of sorts...)
So, I run home to grab a disk from my computer and to head back to the office. I park in the garage. (detatched from the dwelling; only the big door - no side doors, etc.) I was home for a few, checked some messages, answered the phone, etc. Anyway, I go to leave and open the garage, pull the car out and hit the button to close the thing. As it is closing, I hear this huge crashing sound and the door jams about 2 feet still open. Huhwhaa? I jump out and roll under it Indiana Jones style to see what the commotion is all about. I look up and one of the side springs snapped and flew into the door. OK, fine, I gotta deal with this later - gotta get back to the office. I disengage the chain from the opener and plan on closing it manually. As soon as I disengage it from the chain, it slams shut. Me inside. Ok, I'll just pull it up and get out, deal with it later. By the way, my car is running in the driveway and my cell phone is on the front seat. I yank the door up. No budge. I yank even harder and get a clearing of about 6 inches under the door. It's jammed, and I'm inside.
"Well shit."
I lay down and stick my face and arm through the opening. Not a chance my fat ass is going to make it through. Luckily, my accross the street neighbor was washing his truck. He's a cop so I don't normally interact with him other than the friendly hello. So I waive at him and say, "Can you give me a hand?"
So he runs over and starts yanking the shit out of the door and I am banging on the broken side to keep it on track to open. We get it open about half way so'z I can escape.
It is now (currently) stuck open halfway, and I HAD to get back to work. My bike, skis... everything is in there. I just hope it is all still there when I get back (leaving in a few minutes).
Wonderful fucking Mondays.
"Have fun, get a flyrod, and give the worm dunkers the finger when you start double hauling." ~Lumpy
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