Archive for December, 2006

In a glamorous display of youthful responsibility, we took my car out yesterday in 2-3 feet of snow. Having taken an hour to shovel the entire driveway, it only seemed appropriate that we blaze our way up the street by reversing out into the cul-de-sac at 30 mph. Eventually we broke free onto some marginally packed sidestreets.

We found our way to a church parking lot which had been 1/4 plowed, but was mostly a wreck of tire tracks and undercarriage scrapings, and so we got the Outback stuck there over and over, whirling around, in and through the snowbanks. With 4 of us it was pretty easy to dig and push out. I like to think that it was good practice for the “real thing.”

Eventually Brandon took us down a street and got us stuck again, per the plan. But we saw a man about 200 feet away who was actually stuck. And he didn’t have 4 sweet dudes to help him, but instead had two wimpy looking daughters who wouldn’t push. So of course we used our (two) shovels and (one) garden hoe to dig out his tires, and then pushed like crazy while he threw it into reverse. He made it.

Having extricated him, we went back to the Subaru and while we were digging, the man came over and offered his help with our car. Ryan told him we weren’t actually stuck; we were just playing around.

“Zero fucking responsibility! Ha!” he laughed. “Well, thanks for your help back there. Hey, if we’re open today, lunch is on me.” Out of his pocket he produced a deck of cards, and pulled out 4, handing them to Paul. Good for one free Chipotle burrito each. Turns out he was VP of Corporate Marketing. Sweet.

God wants me to eat Chipotle. This much is clear.