I would like to point out that I am generally pretty punctual. I often end up at a job interview or an audition 45 minutes to an hour early because I planned for "heavy traffic." When it comes to classes, I'm always ten minutes early and sitting in the front row. Doctor's appointment? I'm there with ten minutes to spare. So you can imagine my surprise when I arrived at the bus stop a block away from the campus Activities and Recreation Center five minutes early, only to see the "Yellow(hopper)" speeding off without me on board.
Oh yeah, did I mention that today was a snow day with thirty mile per hour winds? We didn't have classes due to the STORM OF THE CENTURY so I thought I would go up to the ARC to run a few miles (Wednesday = 3 miles). I'll be damned if a few inches of snow is going to keep me from maintaining my fitness regimen.
After being left behind by the bus amid the gale force winds and snow drifts I did what any self respecting man would do in the heat (or freezing cold) of the moment: I called my wife and whined for her to come and pick me up. Uproarious laughter ensued on her end of the line but I must have sounded pathetic because she agreed to come and get me. I told her that I would start walking down First St. and that I would look for her.
The walk towards our apartment was slow and I plowed through enormous snow drifts along the sidewalk. At one point I walked through a drift that came up over my knees. The wind was howling and it was difficult to see at times with the snow blowing across my path. I kept on walking and I didn't see Kaia. She's letting the car warm up, that's it. Maybe she took a different route to the ARC than First St. Why would she do that? Her car was sideswiped by a plow - there is no other explanation!
As I approached the credit union (which is right next to our apartment) my phone rang. It was Kaia and she was stuck in the driveway of our apartment complex. Whew! No problem. Once I arrived on the scene we spent the next ten minutes rocking the car back and forth and pushing it backwards down the driveway. Finally we broke free and were able to park the car in one of the lesser snowed in spots in the parking lot. It was a moment of triumph!
As soon as we parked the car a plow arrived to clear our parking lot. And as we walked into our building the next Yellow(hopper) bus arrived, disembarking its passengers that live in our building.
I just wanted to add that I am standing next to the tire ruts and scrapes of the Corolla's undercarriage. She might be small, but we got her out ourselves--which is more than we can say for the two pickup trucks that needed mechanical assistance to get out of the drifts. Go, Corolla!
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