My last delivery of the night —
I was very grateful they were rednecks.
The one dude looked suprised to see me again when I knocked on the door - hadn’t I already left? “No, I’m, uh, in your front yard.” I pointed. My car was about three car lengths from the driveway.
Because after I slipped off the driveway, these two big guys happily pulled themselves away from the football game to help me get out of the front yard.
Pulling into the driveway, initially, I’d seen ice and parked, I thought, far enough out that my tires were still on asphalt. No. Ice. Whoooops.
I had a bit of success backing out at first, then not so much and as I fishtailed I went down the right side of his yard. That sucks because the right side has a slight incline back to the driveway, whereas the left side was level.
For a sports car, I sure ground up that yard trying to get out. I mean, through snow and grass to mud. It was frozen ground. I made it mud.
The home owner was dissapointed he wasn’t going to get to tow my car out with his tow-rope and huge truck. He was also terrified at one point as he and his buddy were pushing my car because the tires suddenly took hold and I was heading at high speed in reverse towards his truck (not that I’d do much damage to it).
His buddy was happy he got to push my car, because, as he put it, “Now I don’t have to go to the gym tomorrow.”
Buddy: “Are you giving it any gas?” Me (thinking): Yeah, uh, can’t you smell that rubber burnin’?
Buddy: “Are you in gear?” Home Owner: “Yeah, can’t you smell that rubber burnin’?”
I was just happy I got my car out of the front yard, much less the driveway (even if I did hit a snow embankment on the other side of the road). As I apologized for the damage I did to his lawn, the home owner smiled, laughed, “Dude, don’t worry ’bout it!, we live in the country.”
I do love delivering to rednecks. (I made sure to put a credit on his account for the next time he orders.)
My car deserves a break. I’m not going anywhere Tuesday.
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I had it lucky. On Friday night, Ross parked his truck at the top of a steep driveway and walked down. The woman answered the door and screamed — Ross’s truck came down the driveway. No damage, hit a snow bank and stopped, but it took him awhile to get out. (This is why I called out Friday night).