Eatin' Crow

I had it coming. I've been going on and on about how great my tires are and how I'm enjoying winter so much more. Ha.

Yesterday, after coming to a co-worker's rescue to jump her vehicle (some rescue - it fired up right before we pushed it out of the driveway) I couldn't get my truck to move forward up the hill...so down I go in reverse until I find another drive to turn around. Ugh...

So, the end of the day comes and I can't even leave work. There's never any dirt laid in our driveway and there I was, spinning, reversing, spinning, reversing, spinning, cursing.

Four of our social workers were in a meeting and saw my struggles, so they came to my rescue with kitty litter & push-power. Silly rear-wheel drive.

This morning, I woke up early, enjoyed a lovely breakfast, smiled at the sight of soft falling snow and looked forward to a bright new day. I smile when I Armond met me at the garage so I could leave my truck for oil change & inspection. I should have let him bring me straight to work, but why? I had a perfectly good 4Wd Chevy sitting in the driveway, and besides, I have to run around town today for work.

I even lugged a big old tire and a box of chains out of the garage to add weight to the Chevy since I knew the back-end would swerve.

I was feeling good...I'd actually be at work way before I needed to and I was going to get so much done today! So, up I climb into the cab and we're off! And, we're starting to swerve. Ooo...ooo...no! Now we're heading into my neighbor's mailbox, if only I could straighten the tires. Maybe...nope...still going sideways. What if the plow comes? I just have to get back into the driveway.

A few minutes later (which seems like 20) I'm in my driveway. I could get some sand and get out on the road, but then what....do this again at work, and maybe on the corner downtown? Forget it. Great...now everyone I can think of is off to work and I just don't want to bug my neighbors...they must still be sleeping, or surely they would've come to help.

So, I call a cab, cancel my afternoon meetings, and wait, oh so patiently for the cab to arrive an hour and 40 minutes later. Along the way, we listen to the dispatchers tell of another cab that has just been side-swiped on a slippery road and no one can get to the poor passenger until after the cops come. "She'll just have to wait." I picture myself sitting there and count my blessings.

I make it to work just in time for my first meeting with $20 less in my pocket. Just to cheer me up, there's a message on my voice mail that my truck is ready (what? they said it would be later in the day) I don't care how cold it is, the garage isn't that far from home. I would've stayed home and walked back if I had listened to my message before leaving work.

Did I say ugh? TGIF!