On Tuesday night Brian and I were just getting ready to go to bed somewhere in the 10 o'clock hour when our doorbell rang. The front of our house is full of windows so I knew the "ringer" could see us in our living room but I was afraid to look back.
Who rings a doorbell after 10 o'clock on a weeknight?
"You go get it!" I yelled, scared, at Brian.
Neither of us recognized the person or their idling car out front which only added to the scariness of it all.
Was this a Halloween prank?
Brian opened the front door a crack.
"Yessss?" He inquired.
"Hey I just wanted to let you know your garage door is open. Is yours the one just behind here."
"Ah, yeah."
"Yeah, I drove past a couple of times and noticed it was open. Just thought I'd let you know. With all this wind you probably don't want to keep it open all night."
"Right. Thanks!"
We had wicked weather on Tuesday night. No seriously, wicked. Like, I thought we might meet the Wicked Witch of the West since we would obviously be visiting Oz as soon as the next 60 MPH gust picked up the house.
I don't know how many times I've been upset with Brian for leaving the garage door open. It's been a lot. He has this bad habit of pulling out the car and then driving off without closing the door leaving the contents of our garage for the taking. A $500 stroller? Couple of bikes? A kickass snowblower? A new lawnmower? Free for you. Apparently. My anger is not out of line.
This summer he had a good run going. He never forgot to close that garage door. But then autumn arrived, the trees started to drop their leaves and I tried to warn him.
"You can't just press the button and drive off," I cautioned. "You have to watch the door go all the way down. Sometimes the leaves get blown into the safety sensors and the door goes back up."
But he didn't listen.
That very morning I had to trudge out there in my skivvies to close it because he had left it open on his way to work. I let it slide because he did me a favor and dropped William off at school.
Then he got home from work, pressed the button and hustled into the house not waiting to see if the door closed all the way as his smarty smart wifey had suggested.
So thank you, kind stranger for saving our garage from what could have been.
Your turn!
Who rings a doorbell after 10 o'clock on a weeknight?
"You go get it!" I yelled, scared, at Brian.
Neither of us recognized the person or their idling car out front which only added to the scariness of it all.
Was this a Halloween prank?
Brian opened the front door a crack.
"Yessss?" He inquired.
"Hey I just wanted to let you know your garage door is open. Is yours the one just behind here."
"Ah, yeah."
"Yeah, I drove past a couple of times and noticed it was open. Just thought I'd let you know. With all this wind you probably don't want to keep it open all night."
"Right. Thanks!"
We had wicked weather on Tuesday night. No seriously, wicked. Like, I thought we might meet the Wicked Witch of the West since we would obviously be visiting Oz as soon as the next 60 MPH gust picked up the house.
I don't know how many times I've been upset with Brian for leaving the garage door open. It's been a lot. He has this bad habit of pulling out the car and then driving off without closing the door leaving the contents of our garage for the taking. A $500 stroller? Couple of bikes? A kickass snowblower? A new lawnmower? Free for you. Apparently. My anger is not out of line.
This summer he had a good run going. He never forgot to close that garage door. But then autumn arrived, the trees started to drop their leaves and I tried to warn him.
"You can't just press the button and drive off," I cautioned. "You have to watch the door go all the way down. Sometimes the leaves get blown into the safety sensors and the door goes back up."
But he didn't listen.
That very morning I had to trudge out there in my skivvies to close it because he had left it open on his way to work. I let it slide because he did me a favor and dropped William off at school.
Then he got home from work, pressed the button and hustled into the house not waiting to see if the door closed all the way as his smarty smart wifey had suggested.
So thank you, kind stranger for saving our garage from what could have been.
Your turn!
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