The problem with this snow was I was already at work since all they were calling for was a light dusting. Instead about 7 inches fell in about 4 hours. I finally decided to leave work around 11:15. I drove really slow on the untreated roads. Cars were stranded in ditches all along the streets. I kept sliding but I managed to stay on the road. The main roads weren't as bad but they still weren't plowed or salted. Then I got to my back country road. Of course it was a mess. I could barely see where the road was and when I finally felt like I was home free, I slid backwards down the hill right before my driveway. 7 times! Did I mention there is a long drop off into a creek at the bottom of the hill? Because that's all I could think about each time I slid back down. But I made it! To my driveway where I proceeded to get stuck halfway on the road and halfway in my driveway.
At least I was home though. I got the shovel and the salt and tried for an hour to get my car out of the road. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why my car wasn't moving. I felt like I had shoveled out all the ice and snow around the tires, but it just wouldn't move.
(So here's the part I debated revealing. I left this minor detail out when telling both Howard and Leslie the story immediately after it happened. But I've come to terms with what an idiot I can sometimes be so here goes.)
When I first got stuck and left the car in the road to grab the shovel and the salt, I pulled the emergency break up so my car wouldn't slide backwards into the ravine on the other side of the road. And then? Yep, I never put it back down. That's why my car wasn't moving. Genius, right? Luckily when a bus came up the hill and I went to try one more time so they could pass by, I noticed. I was able to get my car far enough up the driveway so the bus could get by. But that was it. I was finished. So here she sits. She looks happy there, right?
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