Another Crappy Day My Dad bought an automatic garage door opener from Sears and installed it in the garage a couple of years ago. This morning, I went into the garage, got in my 2004 Nissan Maxima SL, started it, and pushed the remote to the garage door opener.

The motor spun into action, and I sat there fully expecting the door to slowly open, just as it always has every day.

Instead, I sat and watched as the garage door cracked horozontally near the top, and the automatic garage door opener tore the top part of the door away from the bottom, which stood firmly in place like The Great Wall of China, blocking any hope of me getting my car out of the garage.

I tried to open what was left of the the door manually, but it wouldn't budge. Cursing under my breath and kicking the door were equally ineffective.

Now my car is trapped like a roach in a roach motel until I can get the door fixed.

I took a cab to work. I was twenty minutes late, miles from home, $40 poorer, and without a car.

The sound of the steam coming out of my ears barely drowned out the sound of God laughing at me.
- Bernie  ¶ 2:21 PM