How I Learned To Drive In Snow

In order to commemorate the wonderful snow that has been predicted I thought I would share a story about how I became a legend in Shakopee, MN.

I'm going to say that this had to be in 2005 or 2006 in the winter. Clearly, I am old enough and have had my driver's license long enough to know how to drive in the snow, but I was a teenager, and teenagers are completely irrational. Especially this girl (if you read ANY of my other posts, this is completely obvious, from the time I was a small child believing in Ezras and then to try to destroy my sister).

I was leaving for work or to go somewhere and my car slid right off the driveway. All by itself, I swear! Now if i weren't completely stubborn, I probably could have called a friend or my dad to get me out, but instead I called Shakopee Towing.

I paid them however much I had to pay them and whatever, it was fine. They left. I drove down the driveway and went around the curve by my house and slid off the road. 

Once again, I could have gotten out of it if someone had come along with a truck, or if I had called my dad or a friend, but nope. I sat there ANGRY. I was so mad that I wouldn't even get out of the car and go inside my house (I slid onto my front yard, this is how irrational I was).

After being pissed off for awhile, I called Shakopee Towing again. Paid them whatever money I had and then did what I had to do and came home to get ready to go to work.

During the LONG process it used to take me to get ready for work, my mom started flipping out.

My mom was always flipping out back then because the little kids were always getting hurt.

This time it was legit.

She was CONVINCED that my baby brother had broken his arm.

SO she told me I had to drive her and my brother to the hospital (attached to the nursing home where I worked).

There was snow blowing across the road so she told me to slow down, but I was an adult. I knew what I was doing.

And then.

FLYYYYYYYYYYYYING.

Right into a DEEP ditch.

At this point I was willing to sit there all day and night. I was NOT going to call the towing company again.

This did not go well with my mother who was concerned about my brother.

She asked for my cell phone.

Being the very rational ADULT that I was I told her I didn't want her to waste my minutes.

So she said "Give me your f*cking phone NOW."

I gave her the phone.

Then the police came.

They didn't yell at me because my mom probably looked like she was going to kill me.

Anyway, they got me out of the ditch.

I never ran off the road again. My mom's angry face is burned into my brain for the rest of life.