Apartment Living: take WAAAAAAAGH!!!
Apparently this is one of those days where I'm destined to spam you all with posts, but oh my god. You know how on 'The A-Team' Mr. T's character is always smashing his van through big sheet metal doors, and in the back of your mind you're like 'Heh, that totally couldn't happen'?
Man, today I got to witness that happening.
Alright, there's a big ramp coming up out of the parkade of my place with two sheet metal doors at the top, maybe six feet high, both doors closed unless you swipe your card. So I'm leaning out the window to swipe my card to get out and there's a noise like the freaking world exploded and a car crashes through the sheet metal door on the 'entrance' side, like a foot away from my outstretched hand. (I'm just gonna keep using the phrase 'sheet metal door' until the visual really sinks in, 'kay?)
So the car goes flying past and just screams to a stop at the bottom of the ramp, and I throw my car into park and sprint over, and the girl behind the wheel's got both hands over her face and is just sobbing. Pleased to note that my stupid years of First Aid training didn't entirely abandon me, as my first thoughts were whiplash or a broken nose, but thankfully... and somewhat miraculously... she was totally fine, just freaking out because she'd smashed her car through the parkade doors. Natural reaction, I'd say.
The front of her car was a mess (No, really?) but she calmed down enough to explain that she'd just gotten her sandal stuck on the gas pedal. So I tell her to pull her car off to one side once she's calmed down a bit more and I pull my car out of the way too and then dash off to the front office to tell them what happened. By the time I get back, there are a couple cars lined up waiting to get in and admiring the cunning way in which six feet of sheet metal is curled up like a freaking sardine can lid. One older lady was on her cellphone calling Security.
Quoth I, "There's just been an accident, so you probably just want to park on the street for now. Maintenance will be here in two minutes."
Quoth lady-with-phone, "Oh, I don't think this was an 'accident'."
*facepalm* I informed her that, no, I saw what happened and the girl who did it is currently down in the parkade having a nervous breakdown, but cellphone lady was quite intent on talking to Security.
So! I run back down to go talk to the girl again, and as I go under the smashed door, the thing makes this hideous grinding noise (at which point I pick up the freaking pace and sprint through) and... I shit you not, folks... it falls off where I had been standing, like, five seconds before.
*pause for near-death flailing*
I was pretty much useless with shaking after that, but we got everything cleared up with the Maintenance guys. ("Huh," says the one guy, thumbs through his belt loops, "I think we need a new door." *further facepalm*) And I get to be a witness for the girl if anyone else starts making with the 'Oh, this was no accident' line of approach. (Come on, people. Besides Mr. T, does anyone you know frequently smash through big metal doors for fun??)
Anyway! That's my story for the day, once again proving that despite what I sometimes say, my life is not boring.
Man, today I got to witness that happening.
Alright, there's a big ramp coming up out of the parkade of my place with two sheet metal doors at the top, maybe six feet high, both doors closed unless you swipe your card. So I'm leaning out the window to swipe my card to get out and there's a noise like the freaking world exploded and a car crashes through the sheet metal door on the 'entrance' side, like a foot away from my outstretched hand. (I'm just gonna keep using the phrase 'sheet metal door' until the visual really sinks in, 'kay?)
So the car goes flying past and just screams to a stop at the bottom of the ramp, and I throw my car into park and sprint over, and the girl behind the wheel's got both hands over her face and is just sobbing. Pleased to note that my stupid years of First Aid training didn't entirely abandon me, as my first thoughts were whiplash or a broken nose, but thankfully... and somewhat miraculously... she was totally fine, just freaking out because she'd smashed her car through the parkade doors. Natural reaction, I'd say.
The front of her car was a mess (No, really?) but she calmed down enough to explain that she'd just gotten her sandal stuck on the gas pedal. So I tell her to pull her car off to one side once she's calmed down a bit more and I pull my car out of the way too and then dash off to the front office to tell them what happened. By the time I get back, there are a couple cars lined up waiting to get in and admiring the cunning way in which six feet of sheet metal is curled up like a freaking sardine can lid. One older lady was on her cellphone calling Security.
Quoth I, "There's just been an accident, so you probably just want to park on the street for now. Maintenance will be here in two minutes."
Quoth lady-with-phone, "Oh, I don't think this was an 'accident'."
*facepalm* I informed her that, no, I saw what happened and the girl who did it is currently down in the parkade having a nervous breakdown, but cellphone lady was quite intent on talking to Security.
So! I run back down to go talk to the girl again, and as I go under the smashed door, the thing makes this hideous grinding noise (at which point I pick up the freaking pace and sprint through) and... I shit you not, folks... it falls off where I had been standing, like, five seconds before.
*pause for near-death flailing*
I was pretty much useless with shaking after that, but we got everything cleared up with the Maintenance guys. ("Huh," says the one guy, thumbs through his belt loops, "I think we need a new door." *further facepalm*) And I get to be a witness for the girl if anyone else starts making with the 'Oh, this was no accident' line of approach. (Come on, people. Besides Mr. T, does anyone you know frequently smash through big metal doors for fun??)
Anyway! That's my story for the day, once again proving that despite what I sometimes say, my life is not boring.