Snow, Drifting, and Neighbors! Oh my!
So, I has snow. And as we all know, Sabres no likey snow. Sabres really, really no likey driving in the snow.
The commute home was interesting. I hit 193 and for the next ten miles pretty much drove sideways. Which, you know, can be fun… when you are *trying* to do it. Not so much when you are trying desperately to just keep the damn car on the road. Bonus points for me for making it. There were no less than three other cars sitting in ditches. One clearly did quite a spin before landing in a big one.
And so Grace and I arrive mostly unscathed, except for that little incident coming out of the parking garage at work where I lost control of the slide and sort of accidentally maybe hit a curb. No body damage, just more scrapes on the wheels.
As I pull in, I get a good look at my spot and realize there’s no way in hell I’m going to make it in. Of course, I had to try anyway, but it was ever so futile. So I parked in a no parking zone and ran in to get out of my high heels and into my boots. At which point the lovely young man next door offers to shovel that for me. It was pretty iced over, so I looked at it carefully, weighed my options, and presented him with a lovely, yet wrinkled, ten dollar bill. He balked a bit, but it’s icing over already, you are a teenager who needs cash, take the money please!
As I make my way through the mess on my walkway, my other neighbor comes out to shovel his walk. I say hi, we discuss commutes, I run in to change and grab my shovel.
And what do I see as I open the door? Said neighbor, Ben, shoveling my walkway and steps for me. I didn’t offer him cash, but I did agree to buy the next round of drinks on the next neighbor party night.
Ladies and gentlemen, that is what I consider to be a rather wonderful way to end a craptacular day. I didn’t even mumble under my breath as I shoveled off most of the back patio before it had a chance to completely ice over.