Who Is More Stupid?

Who is more stupid, me or Gateway mall parking? That is the question. Yesterday morning I went in to the mall to have my haircut. I went to pull in and looked at the carrying case on top of my car (don't judge, I am going home in a couple of days and need it on there). It cleared the bar that they hang down to show if your car is too tall. I pulled in and because it was early in the morning I parked right at the entrance. I got out, went in and got my hair cut. I left with no problem. Part of the day passed and I was looking in the mirror and realized that my hair was not symmetrical (this time it was supposed to be). I called the salon and they told me to come right in. I pulled back in to the parking lot but this time the mall was a lot busier and I had to go down A LOT lower in the parking. Did you know that the levels are not all the same height? Well, unfortunately for me they are not. Pretty soon I started scraping on the bars but I could not turn around or back up because of the crazy amount of cars behind me. I had to go under a beam (made up of chalk, drywall and who knows what else). I really wish that this beam had not been there. There was a long, horrible sound. I was cringing and wincing at it. A lady in her car looked out at me and said 'It is on your car'. I made a sad whining sound (really, any whining sound is sad and obnoxious, don't you think?) and got out. Sure enough, on top of my car, hanging over both sides with the bottom part of the beam! AHHHHH!!!! Seriously? This is happening to me? I had to lift it off (it was quite heavy) and put it against the side wall. I found a parking spot (I was already there I might as well fix my hair!) and went in to the salon. I was talking to my hair dresser about it and fretting that I would not be able to get out. He offered to come and help if necessary, but I was too embarrassed to have anyone I knew see me doing it! haha So, I got out okay and as I was driving down the road pieces of drywall were just flying from off the top of my car. It reminded me of driving behind a big semi that is loosing gravel, sand, etc. I got home, looked at my carrier and about cried. Two holes, one on each side at the back. James is going to kill me. Although, it is not really my fault. Don't you think that the bar you put in parking should come down to the highest height that the car can be to enter? Do you know how high your car is?