Manic Monday? Yeah, well, FU too! Not what I had in mind for a Monday morning start... I roll up to the security car garage door as I always to parking level one of my apartment complex. I was a grip too close as the gate grazed the license plate holder and license plate thus knocking the gate off it's track while it's halfway open from left to right.
Awesome sauce.
I exit the Sapphire Sled, to hit the emergency release. No action. GGGRRR. Get back into the SS, and I'll simply finish the job; knock the entire gate off it's track. Then the emergency release will be available. Right? Wrong...
In the meantime, you guessed it, the other residents of the building are piling into the vehicles to start their mornings and days.
Call After Hour Maintenance. Aplogoize profusely to the residents as I watch them trudge towards their rides.
After 30 minutes of these guys tinkering with it, they manage to pry and push it open enough to let vehicles pass. So, the head maintenance man, Jose holla at me. "Carlos! Hey, we can let the cars out." Jose and his 2 teammates are literally bracing the gate open. I move the SS outta the way, and wave the vehicles queued up through.
I'm the last to pass, as I ask the question, "Aiight, what is it? Pacifico, Sol, Dos Equex?"
Jose waves me through, "Nah, man. We cool."
But Jose's buddy hollas, "Pacifico, por favor."
I smile, "Perfecto. Gracis amigos. Pacifico esta bien."
Look. I don't mind self-inflicted wounds. Especially on a Monday, with coffee yet, but... when I impact the lives of others - that frustrates me. My mistake crunked up their morning routine.
My bad! Guess I'm on the search for Pacifico at a fine retailer in Issaquah after work. Oh, yeah. Forgot to mention, I was late for work! Now this is when you post a comment, "Oh, 'los." FML!
Awesome sauce.
I exit the Sapphire Sled, to hit the emergency release. No action. GGGRRR. Get back into the SS, and I'll simply finish the job; knock the entire gate off it's track. Then the emergency release will be available. Right? Wrong...
In the meantime, you guessed it, the other residents of the building are piling into the vehicles to start their mornings and days.
Call After Hour Maintenance. Aplogoize profusely to the residents as I watch them trudge towards their rides.
After 30 minutes of these guys tinkering with it, they manage to pry and push it open enough to let vehicles pass. So, the head maintenance man, Jose holla at me. "Carlos! Hey, we can let the cars out." Jose and his 2 teammates are literally bracing the gate open. I move the SS outta the way, and wave the vehicles queued up through.
I'm the last to pass, as I ask the question, "Aiight, what is it? Pacifico, Sol, Dos Equex?"
Jose waves me through, "Nah, man. We cool."
But Jose's buddy hollas, "Pacifico, por favor."
I smile, "Perfecto. Gracis amigos. Pacifico esta bien."
Look. I don't mind self-inflicted wounds. Especially on a Monday, with coffee yet, but... when I impact the lives of others - that frustrates me. My mistake crunked up their morning routine.
My bad! Guess I'm on the search for Pacifico at a fine retailer in Issaquah after work. Oh, yeah. Forgot to mention, I was late for work! Now this is when you post a comment, "Oh, 'los." FML!
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