Always listen to you gut.
Today I had one things to do. I had to go move a wrecked car for a friend.
So after I got up and
I goofed around waiting for Grady to call that he was ready for me to come. When he finally called I hopped in Christine. Hooked up the tow dolly and headed off to his shop.
His daughter-in-law was driving her 07 Mazda cx-7 and someone pulled out and hit her. He is a body man so he is fixing it. It needed to be moved about 8 feet into his shop.
On the way up I passed a Lincolnton Sheriffs Officer and I suddenly realized that we haven't got a tag for Christine yet. Sure enough he pulled me over. I reached for my wallet and I didn't have it. I did have the registration so I gave it to him. We chatted for about 10 minutes about everything but the truck then I left. No ticket.
On the way to Grady's shop I was thinking that I should call my roadside assistance to move the car rather than try to do it on the dolly.
When I got up there for some reason I completely disregarded my gut and we put it up on the dolly.
I forgot the straps.
I figured since the drivers front was folded up under the car and the car was in park it would be OK. Grady agreed. It wasn't The car hopped over the cradle and the passengers door hit the fender. He said he could fix the door.
After about a hour of jacking it up and putting boards under it and maneuvering things around we got it off the dolly with no further damage.
I then called RA. I told them I needed a tow. They said someone would be there shortly.
About 45 minutes later a pickup truck pulled in the drive. He asked if we were the ones that needed a jump start. I have no idea what the gal at RA was smoking but I want some of it. He called back in to RA and told them that the jump start was unsuccessful (so he got paid) and they needed to send a rollback.
About 45 minutes after that the to truck showed up. 5 minutes later the car was in the shop. I should have gone with my gut.
I got home and the neighbors were over for dinner. Baked chicken, shrimp, and potatoes. Yummmmm.
I forgot to ad that this morning Heath was standing up on his night stand when Steph went into his room to put some laundry up. He stepped right off into the gravity and fell on a truck and busted his lip. he only cried for a few seconds, but man did he bleed.
Edited by mybigwarwagon, January 26, 2014 - 07:57 PM.