I was sitting at my desk at work on Thursday when my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Lauren calling. I thought that it was strange that she would be calling me at 10:15 AM when I knew she should be at a doctor’s appointment. I answered the phone.
“Bill, I need you to come down here right away.” She said, her voice slightly panicked.
My heart started racing. What was wrong? Did she already see the doctor and did she get bad news? She was talking pretty fast and I had a hard time hearing her. The signal on her cell phone was fading in and out.
“I don’t know what to do. I need your help.” She said.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“The doctor’s office moved to a new location, and when I pulled around the building I didn’t realize I had to park in a parking garage.”
“We never took the Turtle Top off the van.”
What we call the “Turtle Top”, is the big plastic Cargo Carrier we attached to the roof rack when we drove up from Florida 3 weeks ago. I was going to take it off and store it in my parent’s shed, but last week I demolished the shed ,so I left the cargo carrier on the van.
Lauren continued, “I had no problem pulling into the garage but as I keep driving, the Turtle Top keeps hitting the roof of the garage. It is so loud. People keep looking at me. I don’t think I will be able to get out of here. I am afraid that I may get stuck, or I may end up tearing the roof off the van. Every time it hits a beam it is so loud.”
I started laughing. I was relieved that she was okay. Lauren started laughing.
“Okay.” I said. “Where are you? I will come and take it off.”
She told me where I should go. “I just found a parking space, which I think it will be okay. It is between beams. I would take the thing off myself but I don’t know how.”
“Okay. Just go to the doctor and I will check with work to see if I can take an early lunch come down and take it off.”
I found the garage and her car and I made quick work of removing the cargo carrier and I placed it in the back of the van.
An hour later Lauren called to thank me. “You are my hero.” She said. “I was so afraid I was not going to get out of the garage. You should have seen the looks I was getting from everyone in the garage when I pulled in. It was so loud. I was embarrassed. Is every one at your office laughing us now?”
“Not everyone. Just the people I told. But you do realize I am going to blog about this, right?”