When I am doing a fill-up, I can ask someone at the Husky Gas Station for help when I can’t get the gas cap off the tank. “No problem,” said the man. “Ask anytime”. But later, when I got trapped inside the car wash, as I was today, I had nowhere to go for help. I drove the car a little backward, a little forward and neither the back nor the front door opened. I envisioned gunning the car and driving in right out through the door, but I didn’t think my 1990 Honda has that body strength. I squeezed my body out of the car, ducking past the sopping big blue washing pads, all the time thinking of movies where I have seen something go wrong in a car wash -- bubbles streaming out of windows and doors. People choking to death inside.
There was a door to the left – locked. No matter how I tried to turn it, it wouldn’t open.
I spied a small crack of light between the cement and the door that was to open. Ahah! I got my fingers under it and did a manual lift ... then escaped, driving my car right home because my body needed a rest on the bed!