I’m not very good at driving in the snow seeing as how I’ve been in New England my entire life. You’d think that I’d know how to manage a couple inches of snow, but apparently not.
This morning, we woke up to close to 3 inches of snow on the ground and it was still coming down pretty hard. I packed up the dog to bring her to daycare 10 minutes away. Backing out of the driveway, everything was just so white that I completely ran over a short stone wall with my SUV. Like I ran it over, not just knocked it down. The dog looked at me like: You Psychopath, WTF! I should have known that from there it would only get worse. Sometime in the next few minutes, I realized that when I lightly braked there was no real stopping and only sliding. I made it to daycare, dropped off Mia, and then taking a turn in the parking lot I slid and bounced off a teenie snowbank but got right back onto where I wanted to go. No biggie. Pulling out of the parking lot I slid one way and then the other before straightening out… normal right? I must have called Abe like 15 times, but the more annoying part was that I was using blue tooth and sometimes it just would dial random numbers instead of him like the voice would be like: Calling 555 650. At that point I decided that I wasn’t going to make it through all the back roads to get to the highway to head to work so I headed home. About a mile from the house the car completely slid left, then right, then left, then into traffic, then out of traffic, into a driveway, almost into a telephone pole, and ended up completely sideways in someone’s yard and like 2 feet from the woods but never actually made contact with anything. The guy behind me in his pickup truck must have been like: What is that person’s problem?? Because it came out of nowhere.
I dropped the car off with Abe and then decided to stay home. It just wasn’t worth the stress or inconvenience after that ordeal. Abe sent me a photo of a totally plowed road a couple towns over once he got well on his way…. which figures. Our town was not yet plowed when I was on the road of course.
Maybe the craziest part of this story is that I drive a Jeep.