Ladder Taking Flight - Why When I Said I Will Be Home Early on Date Night?

Last night I really could not sleep. My one shoulder is sorer at night, and why it was, I found the answer that I did not seek.

 I will take you back a few years, give or take a week.

I said I would be home early like I have said in the past. Tonight was our date night, and I did not want to come late again like last.

Come at the end of the day; you want to remember everything. I am always most worried about forgetting my multipurpose tool. Each time I go in and have to buy another one, I feel like a fool.

Once again, I had to do this and that. Oh, remember to lock down the water tap.

I made the call that I would be home without delay. I secured my ladder, even safer than ever, I thought. 

It was officially the end of the day. Possibly Mexican, I was thinking with anticipation as I made the turn onto the highway.

It was now cooler at the end of the day. Summer was fading fast, and you could sense fall was heading our way.

I was no longer sweating after power washing all day; I had started to have a little chill when the sun went away.

This labor was something that I could not sustain. My back was getting achy with the moving of the ladders. Tomorrow, if I do too much, I will feel the pain.

Whatever I thought, my moonroof was still open when I put the throttle down; then, I heard metal screeching above my crown.

A glance to make everything was right. Uh Oh, before my tired eyes, I say, “That does not look quite right.”

A second glance, and then to my dismay, where the ladder was not five minutes ago was not where it now lay. My stomach did drop, and I had to do something right away!

I was going the speed limit for a mile or two, and now I was trying to get to the shoulder quickly before the ladder took flight on the summer-ending night. I attempted to stop the car and hold the ladder down with all my might.

At the same time, I saw visions of traffic hitting the ladder as it flew. Oh, what a terrible sight.

Even after what I did to secure it with chain and multiple Bungie straps, the ladder was utterly esku.

In my pants, I almost CRAPS =;-o

“Late,” I will be once again. I can sense my significant other “What in the hell, Kevin!”

I did all I could to resecure the ladder, even using an Ethernet cord, the traffic flying by, thinking it could have been worse than I could afford.

Back on the road, my hand through the opened sunroof. Little did I realize the tread print due to the pressure of grasping for all I could to be the proof.

In the door, I came, my shoulder sore; her response was, “Are we still going out? This Late? What For?”

“Come On; I will change,” I respond as quickly as possible before she shuts the bedroom door.

I should receive some congrats, possibly an ‘I fixed it almost award =)’ Come on, I made it back even though all I had left was using an Ethernet chord.

I was never minding her eyes were all that of daggers as if, literally, a sword.

She looks at me and then says, “You are a mess!” I tell her, “I will hop in the shower and dress to impress!”

Lesson learned that day; I should have paid more attention to how my dad was lining them up and securing the ladders in his particular way!

My shoulder aches, but at least I know why.

If you saw someone on 71 going East at night, yes, what you saw was me holding my extension ladder down on my Honda Civic, maybe a tad slower and on the right =)