We headed into the mall parking lot around noonish where we looked for a spot to park. Ivan and Lindsey finally said that we needed to park down below, in the underground parking structure. You might be thinking, "...so?" at this point. Well, trust me, it gets far more entertaining from this point onward.
As we entered the parking structure and began to make a right turn to find parking, Mom remembered something crucial: the car top carrier. What triggered her memory? Probably God. What confirmed her memory? The sound of scraping on the ceiling of the parking structure. By that time, my mom was screaming and... well, it all went so fast that I don't even know who else may have been screaming at that point. My dad briefly stopped the car and then continued driving whilst asking, "Is that me?" My mom's response? "YYYYEEEEESSSS!!!!!!!" He stopped the car.
In a flash, Travis, Ivan, and Mom were all outside of the car telling Dad what to do. Lindsey and I stayed in the car... like sane people. Did we stay in the car due to embarrassment? Partially. However, we also decided that since there were already three people + Dad freaking out, we would abstain from partaking in the insanity. But wait! There's one more! A random woman in the parking structure decided to pipe in and "help" Dad... annoying much? Oh well... at least she was trying to be nice I suppose.
Anywho, finally it was time for Ivan to stop "directing traffic" and help get the smushed car top carrier off the car. At that point, my dad said the dreaded words, "One of the girls needs to get out there to direct traffic while Ivan helps!" Oh poopsicle. Of course, I popped out of the car and joined the "Stupid People Who Drove Into the Parking Structure With a Flippin' Car Top Carrier Still on Their Car" Circus. Joy to the world.
Soooo, long story short (well, as short as I can write it- hee hee!) , we removed the car top carrier, which survived! Sure, it had a couple of embarrassing scratches (after all, it is kind of obvious what happened when you have scratches on the top of a CAR TOP CARRIER!!!), but, overall, we were blessed to be able to remove it before it hurt the car.
We then carried the car top carrier out of the parking structure... that isn't humiliating at all. Once Dad drove out and parked (in public, of course), the car top carrier was returned to its proper home on top of the car. We were happy that the car top carrier was not damaged because otherwise, some of us would have had a joyous, big-butt plastic car top carrier on our laps for the ride home. delightful. Once it was secure, we drove away, abandoning the mall with our tails between our legs. em.ba.rrass.ing.
Here's an exaggerated version of what we went through to help you... sympathize... with us on what we went through. Enjoy! :)
Well, there you have it! We'll really laugh about this incident someday... Oh, who am I kidding? We're laughin' now!