This past Monday I was playing right out of the Clark Griswold play book. If the movie industry ever decides to make a National Lampoon’s African Vacation movie, I can help write the script. (Editors note: I would watch that movie).
Now, what happened was solely my fault, however, I will preface this by saying that no one else in the vehicle said a word of warning prior to my stroke of genius.
Now to the lovely story…
With our Pajero loaded down with family, friends and luggage (roof rack included) we decided to make one last stop in Kampala before we headed out to the village. We pulled into Garden City (the mall) and searched for a parking spot. Not finding one, we decided to go into the parking garage. As we head up the ramp all we hear is……. scratch, scrape, yank, bang and BOOM! Immediately we all realized what I had just done. Yes, that’s right, I had hit the low ceiling with our recently purchased roof rack, and it now laid mangled on the ground behind our car. Despite what had just happened, I am pleased to say that I passed the verbal test! Nothing inappropriate came flying out of my mouth.
With a bit of effort we stuffed everything we could inside the car and roped our mangled rack and a suitcase or two to the roof and headed for home. We are well on our way to a memorable trip for Katie’s parents and our friend Modell.
In case you are wondering, I believe the rack is repairable. But in the future I will steer clear of all parking garages.
I just wanted to brighten up your day. I hope this helped.