When I finally got to her door, the woman told me, “I thought you were leaving.”

I chuckled, and explained it was my car’s decision: I’d tried to get out, but parking brake or non, my little Celica had started slipping back down the driveway. That was a lot of fun, tossing the pizza bag quickly onto the passenger seat and guiding the car down the snow-coated driveway until it decided it was far enough. Did I mention the driveway wasn’t particularly steep? Wish I’d made arrangements to get my new tires earlier than this coming Monday

That was when I knew that continuing to drive would be futile and increasingly dangerous. What we got tonight in the Baltimore region was a relatively light dusting. On the main roads, like York and Warren, you wouldn’t even notice it was snowing, it was more like a heavy rain. But the back roads were a different story: the snow accumulated enough to make slow and careful driving the prudent choice, and as I mentioned, once I was sliding down a gently inclinded driveway, I made the decision that enough was enough. It’s one thing to be sliding down a driveway onto a sparesly driven street, but there are a lot of hills around here, and I certainly didn’t want to lose control going down one and strike a tree or another car.

Thankfully, by the time I got back to the store, the few night drivers who hadn’t shown earlier had arrived and I was able to leave. It was, unsurprisingly, a slow night: they were forecasting a lot of snow for yesterday, so everyone went to the supermarkets. When that happens, and everyone has a full pantry and refrigerator, few want to spend more money on food.

I’m as greedy as the next guy, but at some point, you have to make a determination as to how much a tip is worth to you. Sure, a $5 tip is great, but, y’know, shelling out deductibles for health and car insurance has to be weighed against that. I still put in an eight-hour-some day, and got home in time to watch my Netflixed Enterprise disc one (only the first episode, “Broken Bow”) and then I watched Master & Commander: The Far Side of the World, which, if you’ve never seen it, you should - it’s incredible.

Now I’m doing laundry and sorting my Legos by color. Yes, I live an exciting life. Don’t you want to be me? (You shouldn’t).

When the only familiar face in my film & lit class — J., who I sat next to in last semester’s rock & roll — asked me to tell anyone I knew who might be interested in information about John Waters’ signing the following evening, I didn’t tell her I’d post it on my blog. Besides, nobody reads this thing.

John Waters’ will be signing his new CD “Date with John Waters” at the Towson Record & Tape Traders tonight at 6:30pm. I might not have all of his information correct, but it appears the CD itself is on pre-order, however, he will sign the artwork.

I myself am not going. For 1.) I’m working until late in the evening, and 2.) I’ve never fallen into the “Cult of John Waters.”

Anyway. So this is my good deed of the millennium. Well, that and helping Dr. W wheel the huge TV cart out of the classroom and to her office. It’s got “broken grocery cart” wheels and had to be forcibly guided where it need to go.