And not, as one of my friends suggested, because I have superhuman strength (although that's a nice way of looking at it) but rather because I impatiently pulled out of my garage before the door was fully up.
It gets dumber.
Hearing the awful scratch and clank I jumped out of my car. Seeing only a small scratch on the back of my little red wagon, I breathed a sigh of relief and went on my merry way. It never even occured to me that I could have fucked up the garage door until I returned home and the damn thing nearly fell down on top of me.
All I have to say is, thank god my husband is a nice person. Because I GUARANTEE you if it had been him that backed into the gargage door I would not have remained calm. I get mad when he pulls into parking spaces too far and I hear the front fender scrape on the cement parking stopper thingie (of course when I pull in too far I assume it's because the parking stopper thingies at that particular establishment are just too darn high). But Danny handled the situation with his usual cool demeanor.
The thing is garage door maintenence is freaking expensive. Like more expensive than it would be to fix my Mazda. We learned this when our "coil" broke a few years ago. (Which in case you're wondering sounds exactly like someone got shot point blank with a rifle in your garage.)
So now I'm waiting for the repair man to come and tell me how many thousands of dollars he needs in order to fix it.
If I would have waited one tenth of one second more before pulling out I could have avoided this catastrophe. Okay universe, lesson learned. I will get a garage door that opens faster.