Sigh. So when last we met I was awaiting the hospital maintenance guy to rescue me. Actually, two of them drove from Ferndale so that A. I could come to work and B. to save me a repair bill. They drive up and immediately say that my door is indeed all the way open. I say no, it's not. There's no way my truck will clear it. They did not argue.
Then after some assessment and discussion they explain to me what has happened. The rope thingy that hangs down (see picture) got slammed in my door and when I backed out, I pulled on it. This apparently disengages the automatic door to make it manual. This I did not know. So when the CEO of the hospital (did I mention this part?) was trying to talk me through the situation I was re-engaging the automatic door. So why did not the door opener work? Because I had parked my truck half in and half out of the garage when the door came slamming down on me and I was blocking the electric eye beam thingy! Since the door thought there was something in the way (like a Ford F-150 supercab 4x4) it would not move!
They maintenance guys told me to pull forward, I did. The maintenance guys clicked the door opener, and it worked. The maintenance guy #1 (heretofore called the nice maintenance guy) was very sweetly telling me what had happened without making me feel overly ridiculous. Maintenance guy #2(heretofore called mean maintenance guy) was taking our picture with his digital camera.
If you think that's as absurd as the story gets, I called my mom 2 hours after alerting her to my situation to tell her I'm on my way to work and she says, "Boy, you've been trapped in the garage all this time?"
No! I was not trapped in the garage but if my mother thought I was, why did she not come by to help me or at least slide a Dunkin' Donuts under the door!
The lesson is even the mean maintenance guy is more concerned for my welfare than some people who shall remain nameless!
Meanwhile, everywhere I walk at the hospital people are shaking their heads and laughing at me. I think the maintenance guys might've told on me.
OH! and by the way, the nursing staff called my cell phone mid drama to ask me if Ethel and I were stomping grapes and the Social Work Director called to ask if I had any Vitameatavegamin left for Christmas gifts!