Garage Door Repair Story

Every Friday morning Phyllis had a hair session. This Friday was no different. She gathered her keys, the family checkbook, her clutch and headed for the garage. She pushed the button to open her garage door and … Nothing occurred.

Her normal day had all of a sudden become not so normal. Frustrated, she pushed the button a second, then a 3rd time. The garage door refused to budge. Then she did just what every housewife does when something in the house does not work, she called out to her spouse, Don.

Don, wondering “what now?” sauntered to the garage to provide aid and comfort to Phyllis. They have been married a long time and he consistently replied to Phyllis’s summons. It was one of the keys to their relationship.

He repeated Phyllis’s effort and pushed the button numerous times himself. Darn! The garage door steadfastly refused to budge. Once again he speculated “just what now?” only this time it was directed at the garage door, not Phyllis.

Then Don noticed that the two springs at the top of his door didn’t look the same. Closer examination disclosed that one of the springs was broken. “Geesh! One more repair bill! Simply just what I need.” thought Don.

“Exactly how am I getting to my hair appointment if the door won’t open?” asked Phyllis, “The automobile is in the garage.” She said, stating the obvious.

Don thought for a moment, then a concept flashed through his head. “Hold on a second, I think I can open the door for you.”

He went to the cord hanging from the garage door opener’s track and gave it a yank. The opener mechanism clicked and lo and behold, the garage door opener was separated from the garage door. “Progress!” he thought.

Then he got the garage door handle and pulled. The garage door came up to Don’s knees.

“Give me a hand right here, I think we can get the door open.” stated Don. Phyllis dutifully put both hands under the bottom of the door and lifted. Between the two of them they were able to raise the garage door as far as Phyllis can reach. Enough to get the automobile out.

Then she let go.

Immediately the garage door crashed closed. Don, still holding the door by the handle, tumbled forward into the door, then backward into the automobile. Then he slumped to the garage floor.

Phyllis screamed. Don swore. At least he was still conscious, but he lay on the cement floor doing a mental count of his body parts.

After a couple of moments, Don attempted to get up, but his back screamed, “Don’t!” Don lay between the automobile and the door speculating just everything to do next.

Phyllis didn’t wait. She had seen Don’s body being thrown around by the crashing door and knew he had to be hurt. Thankfully the 911 operator answered rapidly and Don was quickly on the way to the healthcare facility. They had to carry him through the house and out the front door to get him in the ambulance. The entire neighborhood watched.

The obvious lesson. Garage doors are heavy. If your door does not work, don’t mess with it. Call a garage door professional.