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It started off simple enough. I wanted to make sure I could get my car out of the parking lot so it would be ready to go when I wanted to go home. I walked down to the parking lot, saw that it had been plowed and it wasn't two feet of snow everywhere I looked and thought, "Great. Now I just need to get the snow off of my car and clear whatever's around it." All of the snow that had been built up on all the vehicles had already melted, so it seemed like an easy enough task.

Once I made sure that my car would start in the first place, I set to work clearing off the area around it. When I felt confident I had cleared away enough snow, I tried to see if I could back out.

I couldn't.

Or at least, not all the way. Because my car decided to wait to tell me that backing out wasn't an option AFTER it was pulled out far enough to block the isle. "Oh well," I thought. "I guess I'll just put it back and wait for some more snow to be cleared. It's still too much right now." And it was. Way, way too much. Not enough to stop my car from moving, but enough to prevent it from going anywhere after that. Backing up didn't work. Pulling forward didn't work. I got out to clear away more snow, even going so far as to lie down on my stomach to clear away some of the snow from underneath the vehicle.

I cleared what I could from around the wheels and as much as I could reach under the vehicle with the pathetic center console lid that was my shovel. Alas, my efforts were in vain. I knew I would be needing assistance, so I called Anna, who called Rebecca, who gathered up a couple of guy friends to come help me. They pushed and shoveled and chained my car to their truck, and we dug and dug and dug for a very long time, with minimal results. After digging and pushing for over two hours, we were all freezing our limbs off. I quite seriously thought I had frostbite in my toes, and my lips were so cold I was having trouble speaking. We all vowed to try again later, or even just let it sit there overnight, since they would just call a tow truck if it was in the way, which was kind of what we wanted.

Upon walking into our dorm, we noticed the lights were oddly dimmed. We asked what was going on, and were told that a snowplow had crashed into a power line, and there was no power in our building. Which also meant no heat. They said they would try to have it fixed within a couple of hours, but if it wasn't, they would have to evacuate the building. I texted Mrs. Wright to see if she could pick me up if I needed her to, then called my mom to tell her the situation. She gave me a number for three different tow trucks, all of which were busy, of course, and then called her back. She gave me the number for campus security, and they sent a cop to meet me by my car.

I grudgingly left the safety of the not-heated-but-still-warmer-than-outside building and trudged across the parking lot. Mr. Helpful was there to tell me I needed to put my car back in its space because it was in the way. I don't know why I didn't think of that before. I told him that I had four guys in a truck trying to get me out for over two hours, and nothing we did was doing any good. He just told me to call them up and try again, because all the tow trucks were too busy to come help me. Feeling remorseful for dragging my poor friends-of-a-friend back outside, I called Rebecca and sheepishly asked them to come back down. In the meantime, the cop went and grabbed a few passers-by and handed me a snow shovel that was much more useful than the shovel the guys had tried using earlier. I shoveled what I could and Officer "you need to get your car out of the way" told me to put it in first gear. He and the random kids he had collected got behind me and started pushing. At first it had the same result as it had before: the front tires spun uselessly and I smelled the heartbreaking smell of burnt rubber.

Then came the most brilliant thing that's ever been said ever (and that's not sarcasm, just so you know.) He told me to put it in first, but don't hit the gas. He said to put it in first and give it just enough to make it move without making the wheels spin. I did so, and about six people shoved themselves against the back end of my car and... viola. Magic. Movement. The car slid beautifully back into the safety of its parking space. I'm never driving it anywhere again. Even when the snow melts, I'm never taking it anywhere. As soon as I start backing up, a snowdrift is just going to materialize underneath me and I'll spend another three hours trying to get it back. This is going to happen in the middle of August, by the way.

Oh, and on top of everything else, I lost a glove. >:( Because that's exactly what I needed to happen. It was as if the day was taunting me by stealing my glove right out of my pocket. Anyway, it went back into the still-powerless-and-colder-than-it-was-an-hour-ago building and called my mom. Then I called Mrs. Wright and told her my building still didn't have heat, so I was going upstairs to pack my bag. In the dark. Because it was 7:30 by this point, and the sun had gone down. Luckilly, I can see fairly well in the dark, so it wasn't as big of a hassle as it could have been. Just as I had packed the last item into my overnight bag, the power kicked back on. Miffed at how many forces of nature seemed bent on laughing at me, I called Mrs. Wright and told her the power was back on. She asked if it was back on for good, which I didn't know, because it had tried to come back a couple of times with no luck. She said it would be a better idea to come anyway, on the chance that it might go out in the middle of the night and I would have to wake her up to get a ride, so she sent her husband to collect me.

And that's how I came to be sleeping in a third grader's room.


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Feb. 3rd, 2011 06:41 am (UTC)
I'm sorry that you had such a bad day. D:
I guess we all have days when it seems like EVERYTHING in the world is against us, huh? But at least you got your car unstuck, and you got to spend a lovely evening with Mrs. Wright and her husband, right? :) I hope tomorrow is better for you.

And it made me chuckle that you ended this post with, "And that's how I came to be sleeping in a third grader's room." Haha.
Feb. 3rd, 2011 04:26 pm (UTC)
lol, yeah, once I got my car unstuck, everything else didn't seem so bad, even though it sort of felt like the world was laughing at me with the things that continued to happen. But yes, we did have a nice evening. We watched 2012, which was meh, but the running commentary we kept going made it enjoyable.

And I'm glad I could make you chuckle with the ending of my story. (Though I think he might actually be a fifth grader... I can never remember.)
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