And heard an awful noise.
She had never closed the back door of her minivan.
Ahhhhhhhh!!! Before she knew it, the garage door was becoming unhinged and the door of her minivan seemed like it was going to be ripped off.
So awful, right? Right at Christmas and everything?
Thankfully, the car stayed in one piece, but my friend, on the other hand, did not. She lost it. She cried. She buried her face in her hands. She cried some more. She wondered what she would tell her husband. Yuck.
Her situation reminded me of the time when my 7-year-old son was three. I was in our half-bathroom right beside the door leading to the garage. We were about to leave. He went into the garage and somehow managed to push the button to open it. Within SECONDS, I hear him crying and yelling my name. I run around the corner and see this (except this isn't my house or my car and, really, that isn't even my son. The kid in the picture is a cartoon, for goodness sakes. You think I give birth to cartoon characters? Awful, badly drawn cartoon characters at that??):
I imagine that he took the ride up on the garage door and dangled there for less than two minutes, but I'm sure it seemed like an eternity to him. At first, he probably felt like he was on a fun ride and then he, as the reality set in that this wasn't a ride like the mechanical pony in front of the grocery store that he begged and begged and begged his mother to ride every time it was passed, he likely felt like he was a pair of longjohns on a 1950s clothesline.
Although we didn't have to replace the garage door after that indicident, we had to have garage door repairmen out a time or two to get it back on track. Worse than that, I had to tell my husband that I wasn't there when my son dangled precariously over hard concrete while I touched up my lipstick in the bathroom. At least my son wasn't hurt physically, right? He didn't fall. I was there to grab him from the edge of the garage door, but still. Dude was scared.
(Totally gave my garage door a high-five and a hug after that happened, though. My Garage Door, now lovingly referred to as "Gary D.", was an excellent babysitter for those two minutes. Sometimes when we are in a tight spot and need a sitter, Gary D. has come through for us, such as that time we took a cruisejustkidding.)
So, I'm asking you, being the generous reader that you are, to share any stories that you have had where you've almost demolished your garage door by doing something really stupid. It would be awesome if your story is much worse than ours so we can print it out and show our husbands.
(Can't you at least make something up?!?)
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When I was 5 me and my friend were playing in my garage and it was the kind of door that the whole thing, in one piece went up. As any 5 year old would do, we were sticking our fingers in the little holes that were on the metal plates. I decided that I was going to open the door while my friends finger was in the door. Yeah, to this day, my mom always has to remind me how I cut off my friends finger.
I drove THROUGH my garage once. Does that count? In that instance, there was damage and punishment by the parentals. See, I was only 15 and didn't really know how to drive. Bahahaha!
We are new garage door owners, meaning our new place is the first time we've had a garage. And it tried to kill me. It was having issues, and for some unknown reason, my husband decided to take the SPRINGS off. So, when it hated me and wouldn't let me out one day, I couldn't lift it up. And I was made fun of at work for not being able to open a door. It was 200 pounds!!
Sorry, no garage door stories--we don't have a garage!
I destroyed a garage door, but it wasn't mine. It belonged to a bank and I was showing it to a little landlord-type lady. Surprised the foreclosed home had the electric on, I pushed the open button on the garage door. But, it was bolted shut shut with a Master lock. It came unhinged and cables and metal went flying & whipping about. It almost killed me and the little lady I was helping to buy it. I learned from that, and this is true fact, garage doors are actually dangerous and cause serious injury. Never try to fix your own garage door!
My brother and I used to ride the garage door for fun. We'd hit the button, run and grab hold until it pulled us to the top. Good times.
I don't have a story about our garage door getting injured, but my husband parked our new car too close to the garage a few years back. When he later opened to door to fetch something from the garage, the door damaged the front bumper of the car. I was so glad it wasn't due to my misjudging the space between the front of the car and the garage door :) BTW no one hugged our garage door after that!
Oh my goodness! Glad everything came out OK in the end of both of those. I shall be watching the garage door more closely from here on out!
I have, in fact, tangled up the rack on top of my big vehicle in the garage door, but that is not the most fun thing to do with a garage door. It is more fun to push the button on the wall then run to do your ballet-style leap over the invisible sensor line all the while dodging the falling door. It is easy to tell if you have won or lost at this game ;)
-Tiffany M.
This is so funny. Your telling me your kid hung from the garage door? That is so something that would happen to me.
Oh my gosh, after reading your post and your commenter's stories, I feel so ashamed by how much I have taken my garage door for granted! It's automatic sensor has saved me several times - I have left the van's back door up and pressed the button, but my faithful garage door just stops and waits for me to get out and close it. I have also, pulled out and not backed up far enough for the door to come down, but once again, it patiently stops and waits for me to back up a little. However, if the temperatures dip into the -20's it calls in a personal day and refuses to work that day!
our garage door opener broke years ago. My husband is too lazy to fix it.
But i do have a funny story about me driving into a yellow caution pole at a gas station.
Wait...it wasn't funny.
We squashed one of our poor cats in the electric garage door.
But at least neither of my daughter's were left hanging from a garage door! ;)
Gary D.
Only you, Kelley.
p.s. you need one of those "You must be this high to ride the garage door" signs.
my garage door is broken. You're lucky
Oh, your poor friend.
I've not gone thru my garage door, but I've knocked off one of those review mirrors backing out of the garage...
Not once, but Twice.
Mr. Liverpool was not HAPPY. :)
xx
I can't believe your kidlet actually hung from the door! That's freaking hilarious...in a concerned motherly sort of way...of course.
WOW...I don't even REMEMBER who my friends were in 4th grade.
And I'm only in my senior year of high school. :(
I don't have a garage story but I did write off my car when I drove into a bus stop and knocked it over! Does that help?
We had a babysitter who came if my parents went away and she would stay for the week. We had this same babysitter for like 20 years and she still had the same Ford Mustang she came with, from like 1970 something.
When I was in high school, she came to babysit us with her 2 babies and that stupid Mustang. She had parked the Mustang in the garage and then for some reason, parked it half in half out. We were in a rush to get someone to some practice or something, so the 3 of us, her and her 2 babies in car seats were going to be crammed in this thing. I was to sit between the car seats while my sisters made a "fat lady" in the front and put the seat belt over the 2 of them.
with screaming babies in the car, I jumped out to push the button (we didn't have a spare opener, I guess) and i heard the phone ring, so I went in to get it and pushed the button on the way. As I'm answering the phone, I'm hearing MY CAR MY CAR STOP THIS THING MY CAR and I am so worried about possibly missing a call from the hottest hunk in school, that I'm standing with the phone in my hand, looking out the door trying to figure out what was going on and i see the door coming down to crush the hood of her ancient car. Little did we know that it had a sensor that if it touched something it would just start to go back up. Hysterical memory!
I once bought a used FC-854 US Army tank off E*Bay and, while screwing around with the controls before I read the manual, fired a surface-to-air N44 Skyhawk Missile through our garage door. It went across the street and demolished our neighbor's barn. Splinters. Then it continued into town and blew up our city hall before leveling the police station. OK, OK, so I made that one up...but I loved this post and that's no BS!
I had one of my vendors tell me this very same story! I was aghast and delighted all at the same time and, now, once again, I am aghast and delighted all at the same time.
Kids just DO stuff like this. I totally remember doing idiotic stuff like this thinking it would be 'fun' or 'awesome.' It never is!
BTW - Lazarus is killing me with his story as well.
smooches
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