They hire the keystone cops to do any and all maintenance work.
Last night, I came home after a long day, ready to bake Dad's birthday treat (that's become The Thing: I make my folks any dessert they want on Father's/Mother's Day, holidays, and birthdays). I drove into the alley, hit the garage-door opener, and... nothing.
I pushed it again. Nothing.
Hmmmm.
Well, maybe the electricity is out and that's why the garage-door opener won't work. I got out of the car. Phew! What is that awful smell? Tar. They've repaved the alley.
I went inside, hit the garage-door opener and saw the door struggle to open and give up.
It was stuck.
Or perhaps glued is a more adequate word.
The geniuses who paved the alley let tar pool under my garage door, effectively sealing it against all of the elements (including my car). I pushed and pulled with all of my might (and jacked up my shoulder in the process). It wouldn't budge.
Dad came over with two crowbars. No dice.
Sigh.
Muthaf....
Now I have to track down the company and get them to fix the sticky situation. I'll keep you posted.
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