It was wicked here in Kalamazoo, just an ungodly amount of snow overnight and throughout the day. I was working from home, got a text around 11:45 from my wife saying that the 4 year old's day care was closed, jump in the car to go get her and have to drive 45 on I-94. Start the drive home and out of nowhere my dashboard lights up like a Christmas tree, fortunately right as I'm getting off the exit to take the backroads the remaining 4.5 miles. The car starts chugging like an asthmatic being choked, so we pull into a parking lot, realize I can't call my wife because she's in a half day's worth of job interviews and has to do a presentation so I don't want to rattle her and cause any more stress than she's already imposed on herself, so I call the father in law to bring us home, and 5 minutes later I start the car back up without a problem, think it's just the computer starting to go out, and figure I can get it home, park it, order a used ECU from a boneyard, and replace it myself. Around 1/4 mile later it starts back up, go to pull into another parking lot, but now the windshield is fogged up a bit because the blower isn't working, try to swing just slightly wide to pull into a parking space, smash into a wall of white from a snowbank and am hooked on it. The kids are in the car, so I can only be pissed off inside myself and not explode as I'd like to; a nice guy helps me get it unhooked from the bank and they let me leave it there until later when the tow truck can come and get it to my mechanic, and by this point I've realized that it's almost assuredly the alternator and not the ECU. Father in law picks us up & brings us home, only for the 8 year old to realize he left his tablet in the car and will likely be without his precious Minecraft for the weekend, loses his mind about that, and I just shrug my shoulders, "Sorry, dude, I cannot be responsible for everything. Now ya know." I've already missed my conference call for the day, realize the snow is coming down so fast that my wife won't get in the driveway if I don't go snow blow it. Start the snowblower, get the heavy stuff pushed out from the garage, and it just stops working, so I decide to try to use my backpack leaf blower, realizing after 10 minutes that it'll take me 3 hours. Finally, I explode, and leave the snowblower running so the neighbors won't hear me over the engine, throw my arms up and down in a rant, "You motherfucker. After this whole day you decide to be a motherfucker and stop working on me. God damn you, motherfucking asshole snowblower." Better that than the kids, I figured. Then I realize the snowblower won't respond to that and magically heal itself, so, now completely covered in crystalized snow, wearing no gloves, I contritely walk to my next door neighbor, head hung in shame, beg for pity, and borrow his really nice snowblower. Despite me probably needing it more today, that's why my neighbor is going to find a 4 pack of Founder's KBC in his hands. And now it's 6:30P on Friday and I'm logging back on to catch up on 3 hours of missed work. And to that I say, "Michigan in February, you can kiss my lillywhite ass!"
big kahuna wrote:
The drive home from the airport today. Fortunately, I -- unlike many around this hellhole -- know how to actually drive in all that white stuff. ;-)