Part of the family met at my house the day before we were scheduled to meet in Florida as a big group, and we decided to pack the car that night so that we could hit the road bright and early the next day.
My husband and my mom were in the
driveway, trying to figure out how to best mount the car-top carrier that my mom had brought from her house. It had only been used once before, and Mom couldn’t remember the details of which side should be positioned towards the front of the vehicle and how the clasps were supposed to be secured to the luggage rack.
Mom and I flipped the box upside down to see if there were any written directions inside that might solve our problem, and an instruction pamphlet fell out onto the driveway. Mom picked it up and opened it to see what we should do, and right away we knew Dad was there to help with the preparations for the trip, as usual: stuck to the inside of the installation instructions was a sticky note with hints, in his left-handed chicken-scratch style of writing, of how to most easily mount the carrier to the top of the vehicle. A cheat-sheet he had written, to make things a little easier.
|"To open, lift red button, turn left till clicks. Turn back and press button."|