If you haven't read the previous post, you might want to, so this will make more sense.
I walked into the garage this morning, ready to fix yesterday's mess as well as possible. Once I got the car out of the way, the view was, well, sobering. Yet, in light of the fact that I wasn't seriously hurt, it is pretty 3-stooges-funny! I decided to take a few pictures to explain it all.
First of all here is the view of the table, just so you have the overall effect. I moved the tool boxes back into their places, on the left of the table.
I landed with my butt on the large silver tool box and both ankles between the cross bar and those 2 smaller tool boxes. You can see that there was a tad more room for my left ankle which was between the red box and the bar, but the right one was really tight and painful against the small box in the foreground. That last one is an old, old box and has sharper edges and corners (you can see the other boxes have rounded edges and corners). When Laura got here, I shifted my weight to the white tub so she could pull out the big box, then slide the front one back and out, freeing my feet.
This is just a close up of my shackles. Not all that impresssive because there is nothing to show how tight the space really is, so . . .
. . . so I slipped my sandal back into the space to show that. What? NO! No way was I putting my foot in there!! If you can imagine a foot in the shoe, the ankle should be coming up exactly where the cross bar is! Yeah, it hurt!!
Geez, do I feel klutzy! Geez, I AM klutzy!!
Have a good weekend, everyone!