Star-cross’d metal love
We had one of our garage door springs blow on Friday so we weren’t able to park the car inside our house. I called OnTrack to come fix it and wanted it fixed relatively quickly, so the came on Saturday and billed me a bunch of money for the mechanism replacement (which was fairly beaten up and needed some “theraputic hammering”). Then, wrought with rusty angst at having lost its true companion of 15 years, the second garage door spring decided it could not go on any longer in this world and drank poison which it had procured somehow from a local apothecary. The same repairman came and declared it dead by ironic means and proceeded to replace said second spring. When will the families of the right and left garage doors realize their folly and the tragic loss of their springy children? Never — they are just doors.
3 comments April 25th, 2007