Now, we've all been in parking garages. They have very low clearance, but my parking garage has the added bonus of of having exposed piping. Much like the one below. Fun times.
So, I'm singing along to the radio, I pull underground, hit the button to retrieve my ticket, the mechanical arm lifts up, I pull forward and I hear this god-awful noise emanating from outside of my truck. "Seriously," I said to myself. "did I just run something over?" I pull forward a little more and the sound is getting worse so I open my door, lean out to peek under my truck. Nothing. Then I look up and that's when I realize that I pulled into the freaking parking garage with this cargo box on top of my huge truck and now I'm stuck under the mechanical arm. Lovely.
There is now traffic building up behind me, so I can't exactly back up and NOT go into the parking garage. I pull forward slowly. "Please don't break the mechanical arm. I don't need the City of Philadelphia sending me a bill for the repairs. I can't believe this is happening!"
I only have about 20 feet to get to a parking spot. What damage can I possibly do in 20 feet? Hundreds of dollars worth of damage, that's what.
I proceeded to drive and the cargo coffin hit every blessed pipe and light on the way to the spot. I tried to navigate around these pipes, but it was nearly impossible. A man drove past me shaking his head in disgust at my forgetfulness.
"Ummmm, get over yourself buddy with your Mercedes!! Like you've never made a mistake before?!?!" is what I shouted back at him. Because I am very classy.
I sat in my truck and wondered how the hell I forgot about this thing? I called Justin. That was fun. "Sweetie, you're going to need to drive (like an hour out of your way) into the city to help me get the cargo box off of my car. I sorta drove into the parking garage with it and..." You get the picture.
He came to my rescue & removed the box (he had the key to open it on his keychain) and assessed the damage. I broke the truck's roof rack. Nice! I also put a hole in the $400 cargo box. Delightful!!
So, now every time I drive into the parking garage, like this morning, I cringe, stop for a brief second and assure myself that there isn't anything attached to the truck before I hit the ticket button. Luckily, Justin was able to repair the cargo box (he's so handy!!) and we ordered the parts for a new roof rack.
Just a day in the life..