Step. Gone.

We went to pick up some cough medicine. The mail man had been approaching when we left.
In order to avoid walking to the mail box in the cold air, I pulled up beside the mail box on the curb and Lee reached in and got the mail.

Instead of backing up and turning in the drive way, I pulled forward. It seems there is a sewer drain next to the gutter on the other side of the drive. There was this horrible, prolonged sound of ripping metal - I was moving very slowly. And then again as the loose part seen in the photo, hit the end of the drain.

Not a good day. When it gets warmer, we will go back to the place where we had them installed many years ago to make it easier to get in and out of the tall running boards.

No harsh words were uttered. Just stunned silence.

Thanks for the little white step stool in the garage to use instead.