The Garage Disaster

 On Monday afternoon, while I was working, the front door bell rang. I wasn't expecting anything, so I assumed it was some door to door nonsense. That seemed odd in the middle of a pandemic and with it being absolutely frigid out, but what else could it be? I debated ignoring it completely, but a break from staring at the screen seemed like a good idea, so I went downstairs and opened the door to see a woman standing there.

"I think I just ruined your garage!"

"Um..."

"I forgot to put the parking brake on and it rolled and can you come around to the back and take a look."

"Okay."

I close the door, grab my coat, and head out the back door. I'm busy wondering just how bad the garage is going to be. I get to the back and look and don't see anything obviously wrong. Where did she hit the garage? Is that a scuff on the garage doort? Nothing looks bad enough to match her angst.

The I notice she's waiting further down the block. It wasn't my garage at all, but one two houses over. I'm relieved but feel bad for her and my neighbour. The garage door looks pretty bad and there must be damage to the car too, but I don't wait around to find out what happens next.