My Dad Part II
Now that we've established the fact that my Dad was a tad bit accident prone, let me tell you another story ...
One windy afternoon, my Mom and I were in the kitchen putting away groceries. My Dad was outside working on the plumbing. Sometimes the plumbing would get stuffed and Dad would take a snake (or something) and try to push the obstacles out so that we could, well you know. He got tired of calling a plumber and after watching how a plumber got things moving again, he figured he could do just as well for free. It was pretty labor intensive work, though.
Anyway, Mom and I are putting the groceries away and we hear a CRASH. And the house jiggled a little.
"What in the world was that?" Mom asks me with a puzzled look on her face.
"I think Dad ran into the garage door," I replied.
"Oh, he wouldn't that!"
The next thing Dad's coming in the door, holding his head, saying, "I ran into the garage door." You see the wind would sometimes cause the garage door to come down about 1/4 of the way and Dad was so busy going back and forth to the plumbing issue that he didn't see the door come down and BAM, he walked right into it.
The above image is a little bit lower than what my Dad hit with his head, but I think you probably get the idea.
Well, of course Mom and I laugh.
However, about a week later Mom wasn't laughing so much when the same thing happened to her when she was bringing in groceries. Ouch!
It wasn't too long after that that Dad installed an automatic garage door opener so that the door would stay put and keep us all safe from conking our heads.
One windy afternoon, my Mom and I were in the kitchen putting away groceries. My Dad was outside working on the plumbing. Sometimes the plumbing would get stuffed and Dad would take a snake (or something) and try to push the obstacles out so that we could, well you know. He got tired of calling a plumber and after watching how a plumber got things moving again, he figured he could do just as well for free. It was pretty labor intensive work, though.
Anyway, Mom and I are putting the groceries away and we hear a CRASH. And the house jiggled a little.
"What in the world was that?" Mom asks me with a puzzled look on her face.
"I think Dad ran into the garage door," I replied.
"Oh, he wouldn't that!"
The next thing Dad's coming in the door, holding his head, saying, "I ran into the garage door." You see the wind would sometimes cause the garage door to come down about 1/4 of the way and Dad was so busy going back and forth to the plumbing issue that he didn't see the door come down and BAM, he walked right into it.
The above image is a little bit lower than what my Dad hit with his head, but I think you probably get the idea.Well, of course Mom and I laugh.
However, about a week later Mom wasn't laughing so much when the same thing happened to her when she was bringing in groceries. Ouch!
It wasn't too long after that that Dad installed an automatic garage door opener so that the door would stay put and keep us all safe from conking our heads.
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