Well...I decided yesterday to stay in and be lazy as the snow was just too much to deal with. Aside from walking Charlie, I had no interest in going outside, driving anywhere, or dealing with any of that....I paid for it this morning. The snow stopped sometime last night, but the temperature also dropped, so all the snow that had already come down, some of it wet, froze. Everything froze. When I went out to walk Charlie this morning, I realized in horror that my car was one of those things frozen under about 2 1/2 inches of snow. Great.
I started my car, turning the heat and defrosters on high, while me and Charlie continued our walk. I then went back inside and continued to get ready, giving my car and good ten minutes to warm up before I even went outside to try and scrape off any of the ice. I thought ten minutes would be enough to get one layer off, but as I walked out with all of my work bags, tea, and purse, I realized the car looked exactly the same as when I first came out to start it. Everything was still frozen solid. I sighed in frustration. I tried maneuvering everything over to my left hand so I could open the back door with my right, only to realize it was frozen shut. I tried again. Nothing. I gave it a hard shove as I felt everything in my left hand shift down an inch. Holding everything tight, I gave the door several more bangs hoping to pop it loose. The front door hadn't given me this much trouble when I came out to start the car, what the heck? Finally, just as I was losing hope, the door popped open with more force than I'd thought forcing me back a step, dropping one of my bags in the process. Happy I'd finally gotten the door open, I just simply picked up the snow covered bag and dropped everything in the backseat, moving to the front seat to pop the trunk. It was only as I sat in the front seat, reaching my hand down to pull the lever did the realization hit me that the trunk probably wasn't going to open for me either.
I sat in the driver's seat staring hopelessly in front of me for several long seconds, praying that when I went to open the trunk, it would just pop open for me. No trouble, no struggle. I closed my eyes and repeated it, please, please PLEASE open. NO struggle. No trouble. PLEASE!! I pulled the lever and slowly got out of the car and walked to the trunk. I gingerly touched the bottom and pulled to lift it....nothing. Nothing happened. I could almost feel the tears start to burn the corner of my eyes. No. No problem, I'll just pull the button again, I probably didn't pull it hard enough last time. I confidently pulled the button again, went back and pulled on the trunk again, and...nothing.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I told myself after last time I needed to start keeping the scraper in the backseat. This is my own fault. I have no one to blame but myself. So...I calmly covered my hands with my sleeves and started scraping away the snow and ice with my sleeves, breathing deeply in...and out...in...and out. Over and over. It felt like it took forever. In reality it probably only took five or six minutes, but finally after about the sixth attempt the trunk popped open for me! Yes! Finally!
Now...I've got the trunk open, I've got the scraper out, the car has been running for almost 20 minutes. I can finally, finally, start scraping and cleaning off the rest of the car and get to work. Happy Monday!
I started my car, turning the heat and defrosters on high, while me and Charlie continued our walk. I then went back inside and continued to get ready, giving my car and good ten minutes to warm up before I even went outside to try and scrape off any of the ice. I thought ten minutes would be enough to get one layer off, but as I walked out with all of my work bags, tea, and purse, I realized the car looked exactly the same as when I first came out to start it. Everything was still frozen solid. I sighed in frustration. I tried maneuvering everything over to my left hand so I could open the back door with my right, only to realize it was frozen shut. I tried again. Nothing. I gave it a hard shove as I felt everything in my left hand shift down an inch. Holding everything tight, I gave the door several more bangs hoping to pop it loose. The front door hadn't given me this much trouble when I came out to start the car, what the heck? Finally, just as I was losing hope, the door popped open with more force than I'd thought forcing me back a step, dropping one of my bags in the process. Happy I'd finally gotten the door open, I just simply picked up the snow covered bag and dropped everything in the backseat, moving to the front seat to pop the trunk. It was only as I sat in the front seat, reaching my hand down to pull the lever did the realization hit me that the trunk probably wasn't going to open for me either.
I sat in the driver's seat staring hopelessly in front of me for several long seconds, praying that when I went to open the trunk, it would just pop open for me. No trouble, no struggle. I closed my eyes and repeated it, please, please PLEASE open. NO struggle. No trouble. PLEASE!! I pulled the lever and slowly got out of the car and walked to the trunk. I gingerly touched the bottom and pulled to lift it....nothing. Nothing happened. I could almost feel the tears start to burn the corner of my eyes. No. No problem, I'll just pull the button again, I probably didn't pull it hard enough last time. I confidently pulled the button again, went back and pulled on the trunk again, and...nothing.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I told myself after last time I needed to start keeping the scraper in the backseat. This is my own fault. I have no one to blame but myself. So...I calmly covered my hands with my sleeves and started scraping away the snow and ice with my sleeves, breathing deeply in...and out...in...and out. Over and over. It felt like it took forever. In reality it probably only took five or six minutes, but finally after about the sixth attempt the trunk popped open for me! Yes! Finally!
Now...I've got the trunk open, I've got the scraper out, the car has been running for almost 20 minutes. I can finally, finally, start scraping and cleaning off the rest of the car and get to work. Happy Monday!
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