A Colombian, A Black Guy, A Polack and A Headbanger
Doesn’t that sound like the start of a bad joke? My friends are as varied as the rainbow, they come from all different backgrounds and they all seem to get along. I think it has a lot to do with food. Whenever we all get together the gathering involves food.
In the US there are this rental storage places. Picture a jail for garages if you have never seen one. They have garages of different sizes where people store their stuff while they move places (my case at the time), or simply need extra storage. I have actually considered renting one if I do end up betting a bike this riding season.
I was lucky enough to have a lot of friends help me out during one of my moves. Did I mentioned I hate moving? Having friends around to help you move, makes the process a lot less painful… and well there is a lot of funny stories that come out it. While it would be funny to tell you why my friend Aaron tackled a couch through a threshold, that would be a pretty credible story… this story is a little more incredible.
We had worked hard all day and consumed quite a bit of pizza. The storage place went into lockdown at 6 PM because it was a Sunday. We had all piled up into one of my friends pick ups and the rental moving van so we onl had two vehicles. We were extremely excited to know what we had made the cut off time and the gates were still wide open.
We went in, we filled up the storage locker I had rented and were quite proud of fitting so much into just one unit. Exhausted we got into the vehicles and headed out. Then we realized that the doors were closed; no big deal, they have a person that works there and through an earlier conversation also lived in a house right next to the office. We banged on the office door, we banged on door at the house and had no luck. Then we realized that the car that was there earlier was gone… there was no-one there.
The logic thing to do would have been to park the vehicles and just wait for either the person to come back (we had already left messages in the office answering machine) or just come back tomorrow for the vehicles. At this point we had alredy called for back up and someone else was on the way to pick us up. Then the bright idea came. We had been messing with the gate and we all had our own ideas of how to open it. You would have never guessed by the way we all looked, but you had 4 people that were pretty into electronics, computers and mischief.
It just so happened that the only thing we were missing at the time was tools. None of us were going to pay for tools just to prove that was we were thinking was going to work. Call it luck, call it opportunity, we called it hilarious… our ride was on its was but we made it go back to get it some tools.
We ended up doing a couple of things to open the gate. I am not going to explain exactly what, but two of was were right and it involved electronics and mechanics. We did not damage anything and put it back together afterwards. The funny thing is that as we are closing the gate and getting into our vehicles the property manager shows up. Like the criminals we were at the moment we left as if we were being chased. Granted, they knew exactly who we were and I got an earfull from the lady for “breaking” her gate. Then I pointed out to her how easy and unsecure her storage unit was and she let it go after that. I guess the moral of the story is, don’t trap a bunch of geeks… they all saw MacGyver as kids.