Rack ‘Em Up

My friend Bert was all bent out of shape the other day. Turns out the truck rack he had just purchased for his spanking new SUV was more or less in the same condition. It looked, to be quite frank, like it had just made the acquaintance of a rather irate sledgehammer; and you know how unpleasant irate sledgehammers can be. Bert had gone to one of the local malls and decided to park his ride in one of the parking buildings for security. Alas, the establishment he went to had no luv fo' da dub. He had not noticed that the maximum vertical clearance was 8 inches too low, and had already wedged his truck between ceiling and floor before he could say "truck sandwich". The rack was totalled, but all the truck had was a small scratch on its roof. I guess Bert will have to stuff his bags in the back seats for now.