Baby It’s Cold Outside
Post written at 10:33am
Brrr! It’s a whopping 9 degrees outside, and iGoogle assures me it actually feels like - 5. It’s snowing, of course… and only supposed to get worse as the days go on. Someone smashed into PDP’s car (it was parked) the other day, and I’ve already seen a wreck or two over the weekend. Yesterday I drove to my Grandma-in-law’s house, and she lives out in Medical Lake where there is even more snow… and the whole way I sat ramrod straight, hands tight on the wheel and shoulders shaking. It’s worse today…
I staggered out of bed to move the car to the street (our driveway is not plowable) and then came up to the house and called PimpDaddyPain (at 8:39am) to explain that I was a little scared. Snow, ice, and stupid drivers do not mix well with the dark. I’m fine getting myself to work, but sunset is before 4pm, and when you factor in the Severe Weather Warnings for after 1pm… I’m chicken. Surprisingly, it wasn’t hard to tell him I’m scared of driving home… I thought it would be, I’m quite proud and the last thing I want is to be ribbed for my driving ability…
He was gracious about though, and offered to have his uncle/boss drop him off (he’s been getting rides with coworkers since his car is ruined) at my work when he gets off…. my knight in crusty Carharts and worn Wolverine boots. He’s going to drive home, and then brave the freeway not once again, but twice… to come pick me up and bring me home. And he didn’t say anything mean, or teasing… just… “don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”… awwww.
A lesson to be learned on my part… trust him to be a grown up.
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10:56am
I went to the store for Clorox Wipes, an orange, a water bottle for my desk at work - because I’m finally back to having one I can sit at -every- day… before I went I scraped my windows, when I got back in the car after the store, I scraped my windows… as soon as I scrapped all the windows, they were covered in snow again. I pull up to the street in front of the house, pondering… should I just call in? It’s snowing pretty bad… I call Chris, I tell him again that I’m scared to drive… especially now that the snow is worse. He reassures me that it’s all ok, to just go slow, shift gears, brake slowly, use the ebrake if I have too.
So I get on the freeway, slowly… I leave space between myself and the vehicles in front of me… I shift down, I brake, I use the ebrake… I still slam into the car that stopped in the middle of the freeway. To be fair, she stopped because the car in front of her spun out of control and she would have hit it if she didn’t.
I call Chris (at 11:01 - 5 minutes after I told him I wasn’t sure I could do this!), and someone nearly slams into the back of my car and then comes close to hitting my left side as she spins out… luckily she only swipes off my drivers side mirror. We all meander to the side of the road… exchange information, freeze our asses off… Chris’ uncle/boss comes and leads me home (I’m scared shitless and shaking, no way I would have made it to work)…
I should have followed my gut instinct and just called in, because thats what I ended up doing anyways.The damage is very little, I didn’t even scratch the bumper of the car in front of me, and all I have to do is replace the mirror on my car, and go lay down and relax my muscles in my back… I’m all tense and shaky.










