Wednesday, November 1, 2006
"Oh noooooooo. Of course the door won't fall off," my boyfriend says, rolling his eyes at my paranoia.
Says one of my older and very dear friends, also a male, "No, no. You're fine. Don't worry hunny, your car door won't just fall off, it takes a lot for that to happen."
Funny how the aforementioned 'a lot' came my way in a dark parking lot.
Also funny is the wisest response from a man that I got when I said, "This thingy on what I guess is my car door hinge keeps making a loud THUNK when I open my door," came from my Daddy, who thoughtfully responded: "Hmmmm."
So there I was, just on time to attend a gang forum, getting out of my car, when I heard a softer thunk and noticed that my door had slipped a little bit. I'm no rocket scientist, but I thought, "Well hey, I'll just pick it up and put it back on track and starting getting in and out by the passenger door."
I grabbed the door, lifted up, and the door gave loose.
Very much convinced that 'this can't be good,' I let go.
The door then hung more than half-off.
I did what any mechanically challenged woman would do in said situation.
I yelped for help.
Thankfully, I was at Grandview Middle School and the school's maintenance person (a.k.a. my hero) came to my rescue.
He said it shouldn't be too much of a problem, he'd pick the door up, get it on there and, I could get in and out on the passenger side until I got it fixed.
Shouldn't was the key word. Didn't happen. The door's too broken.
I had the good sense to ask, "Now what?"
He scratched his head, thought about it, ('hmmmmm') and then did something brilliant.
He used a bungy-cord to connect it to my back passenger door.
"That should get you home," he said, reassuringly. Sort of.
At this point, I'm nervous about shoulds and shouldn'ts, not-gonna-happens, won'ts and hmmmmms. So, again, I did what any mechanically challenged woman would do.
Very much the aiming-for-composure me, I called (did not yelp) the Grandview Police Dept. for an escort home.
I know, I know, I 'shouldn't' have worried that a bump or curve would completely unhinge my hero's gerry-rigging job, thereby sending me rolling down the roadway. But I did.
And Sgt. Kal Fuller, after getting a good chuckle out of my predicament, was kind enough to follow me home.