Before the evening, Jeff and I went to our storage unit in town to pick up a few tables and tailgating tent to throw up on the lawn of the Phi Delt house and at the end of the night we were going to take it all back. So around 8, some of the pledges loaded up my car, jammed packed with stuff and Liz and I headed to the storage unit.
All night, the weather held off and it didn't rain, which was great and we were really thankful full. A cookout in the rain is hardly successful. Well, when it came time to put things away, the down pour came. We pulled in to the storage unit "complex," driving through rivers on the road it seemed like, and Liz called to get the code for the gate. My clock read 8:41. "Just follow me in...and just so you know, the gate locks from both sides at 9:00 so we have to hurry." "WHAT?" We had 19 minutes to unload and get out. Didn't seem like a big deal...except it was raining, and I think if you know that its a pretty sketchy part of town, it adds to the story.
The lock was off, garage door up, tables are being moved in, tent is thrown onto the recliners, everything is soaking wet, including my new North Face China jacket, which isn't so waterproof. Everything was out and we were ready to go. I went to close the door and pulled it down...only to see that it was stuck on the left side. Its still pouring. Liz was telling me to close the door....I was trying. I pulled harder, until I had my full body weight pulling the door. It wasn't budging. I tried to mess with it for a minute but was afraid my finger would be clipped.
"Call Jeff..." We now had 10 minutes to get out. Liz wanted to just leave everything, unlocked, as it poured down. Jeff was on the phone with Liz as I was still pulling away and finally, something budged. The door was down and we were quickly in our cars and out the gate...7 minutes to spare.
So we were trapped in the storage unit, that we couldn't exactly shut. Haha, that would happen to me.
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