tow stuck

I amaze myself with my own brilliance sometimes. Today for example I achieved this with the car,

I went to the hospital to pick up my test results (nothing to worry about, just run of the mill yearly testing). I haven’t been to this hospital by myself before and I had trouble finding the public parking area. I drove in to a parking lot and the boom gate met me there. Clearly I wasn’t welcome. I felt stupid and started backing out. Stupidity was just begining.
I realised I hit the curb while backing out in haste and felt the car “plunk.” I switched to drive and tried to go forward and felt the traction control kick in and the car making a God awful noise. I immediately stopped the car and got out to investigate. As you can see from the photo the back right wheel went over the curb thing and into the soil. I wish for a moment I was Hulk so I can lift up the car, or a witch so I can Wingardium Leviosa the car. I looked around helplessly for someone to tell me what to do. Believe me if I was in Turkey there would have been five people around with five thousand solutions to my predicament. I wouldn’t put it past some of the more ambitious Turks to come together to lift up the car. Alas I wasn’t in Turkey and other than curious glances at the car nobody stopped to help. I asked a friendly looking guy if he could help me, he said I should call RACV. Thanks buddy! I called hubby and he asked me to SMS a photo of the situation. Gotta love technology. I took the photo you see above. He called me back and said “It’s like I thought.” “Fantastic dear, how do I fix it?!” He said the power of the other wheel should get the other wheel out and told me to give it another go. Reluctantly I got back in the car. I was half hoping he would say, I’ll come save you! Except of course he was working in the city 45 minute train ride away, and I had the car! I snapped out of my damsel in distress mode and put the car in reverse for a second then back on drive and gave it another go. After a few seconds the car moved and the stuck wheel came out. Elhamdulillah (thanks to Allah) I was able to drive away.
Unfortunately I managed to drive myself into another staff parking lot and this time I wasn’t able to back out because three cars lined up behind me to get in. The boom gate stood resolute waiting for me to wave some sort of key in front of the key reader. Desperately I pressed the green intercom button, clearly in place for instances like this. “Umm, I accidentally got in line to get into the staff parking long, I am not staff, I can’t get out because there are cars behind me.” “I am not having a good day,” I hastily added. The voice on the other end asked for my name. “I am not staff, just a umm member of public,” I repeated. The voice said that he needed my name for the record. Right, I spelled out my name while glancing at the rear view mirror to check if anybody was getting ready to gesture unkindly my way. I heard the voice pressing some buttons and the gate opened. With relief I drove in, made a U turn so I could get back out. And met the boom gate! Sheepishly I pressed the intercom button again and told the voice it was me again, could he please let me out?
After getting out I drove to the shopping centre across the street and parked at their parking lot. It is PUBLIC parking after all. The rest of the day consisted of waiting in the waiting room for an hour and half, a cup of latte with espresso made from burnt coffee beans and scalded milk, and a three second visit with the doctor who said everything is normal.
Normal is good. We like normal.