My poor Suburban. My truck has taken a beating over the last 7 months... by my husband. Luckily I am the one who drives it so I am sure people think I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO DRIVE :)
From the picture you can see the bumper... from when Justin backed his truck into it on his way to duck hunt. This time its the roof of the truck. Let me set the scene...
We were in separate cars this lovely Sunday and he was right behind me coming home. Now, getting my truck, or any car for that matter into our garage is a challenge. When I pull in, I have to pull back out to straighten up. So, as I pull in the garage, Justin is in his truck behind me pulling into the driveway and when he gets in the gate he hits the remote to shut the gate... only he hit the garage door button. So, as I am pulling out of the garage, I look in my mirror and see the garage door coming down and it is too late to stop, BAM! I jump out of my truck and run over to him with my arms up and he is looking at me like whats my problem. He had NO clue he did it.
One push of the wrong button and there goes a few hundred bucks... sigh
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