My first car was a 1994 Ford Explorer called Melba Toast. My second car was a 1998 Pontiac Sunfire.
Sometimes, I would forget that I drove a tiny two door Pontiac that was closer to the ground than my ankle. Sometimes I still thought that I drove a beast like Melba Toast, the explorer, or Lurch, the affectionately named GM catering van, that I frequently carted food around while on the clock during my stint as a catering manager… But then I would remember I drove Dawn, the incredible lean mean teal driving machine.
One Thirsty Thursday night in February of 2008, I forgot that my tiny little car probably couldn’t just plow through a little bitty pile of snow in the middle of Main Street. I barely took the time to think about what I was doing. I automatically assumed that I could handle the mini mountain of soft white puff. A minute after my decision was made, I had to call Jeff. Here’s how that went:
Ring Ring. Answer:
“Yes, we’re here! Get here already!”
“Oh I know…I’m almost there. You should come outside.”
“Just come in.”
“No really…Come outside and laugh at me.”
**Jeff walked outside**
Still on the phone with me, he asks incredulously, “Are you serious? I guess you need help.”
I confirm with a pleading, “Help!”
“Be right back, I’m going to need backup.”
I sat waiting patiently…It’s not like I could have gone anywhere. Jeff returned momentarily with my best pal Mark, and one of the bar’s regulars, Mikey. Who knew that I really could stop traffic? The passing cars all stopped and stared as Jeff, Mark, and Mikey tried pushing my car out of the snow. When this still did not work, a very nice plow guy came and helped until I was safely in the bar parking lot.
Of course, that was just one of many Winter: 1; Chrissy: 0 scenarios.