A good story can be repeated over and over again and it never loses its appeal. And there are some experiences in life that make good stories. Of course, often in the moment you’re not thinking about the potential good story that will come out of it. Here’s an example.
During University I went to visit my good friend Kristen in Florida over the Christmas break. While I was gone, there was a major snowstorm in Manitoba. I had left my car parked at the airport while I was away (which is a downside to living by yourself and having your family so far away – you either have to keep your car at the airport or beg friends to drop you off and pick you up).
On my arrival in Winnipeg the airport shuttle brought me from the terminal to the parking lot where my car was supposed to be. We circled the parking lot a few times because I couldn’t spot my car, finally stopping where I was quite sure I had parked it. All we could see was a pile of snow between two large pick up trucks. Turns out my car was buried under that pile of snow! The shuttle driver hands me a shovel and says, “good luck.” Thanks a lot! Well, I guess I should be grateful for the shovel, right? Here I was in -30 Celsius temperatures in the middle of the night wearing a summer jacket digging out my car (my cold winter jacket was inside the car).
The only good news is that the car was still plugged in so I managed to get it started after it was uncovered. But I was not a happy camper. As I slowly maneuvered my way home it started making weird noises. Now, I’m no car expert so I didn’t know whether to keep driving or stop. I pulled into a parking lot and made a call… to guess who? My parents. Who else am I going to call? I’m sure some of you have done this same thing. You know full well that they can’t help you because they live hours away and you’re on your own, but you call anyway. And of course they offered to drive into the city at that hour but that would have been ridiculous.
So I decided to continue driving home despite the noises thinking this night could not possibly get any worse. Wrong. As if I hadn’t done enough shovelling I arrived at home to find a large pile of snow in front of the garage where I had to park. I couldn’t park on the street because there was a parking ban in effect. So I had no choice but to clear that pile of snow as well. I was cold and tired and thinking I should have stayed in warm, sunny Florida.
Do you have a winter horror story? I love reading a good story. Please share it below.