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Monday, March 13, 2006
Buried
The city underwent a dramatic costume change overnight, transforming from slick blacks and browns to buried in thick layers of white. The snow plows were kind enough to bury my little Volvo as it was parked on the street.
After 15 minutes of shoveling the wet, heavy snow off the top of the car, GTB hit the gas while I pushed. The front wheels spun without friction as densely packed snow lifted the car off the ground like a jack.
A nice lesbian lady nearby offered her shovel, which I gladly accepted. As she watched us coax the car away from the curb, she remarked, “You’re not from Minnesota, are you?”
“Well… I’m from Michigan,” I said. … “But he’s from Texas.”
Like that absolved me of my shameful ineptitude.
Posted by Aaron on March 13, 2006 2:12 PM

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