I've been snowed in for three days now. I left work early on Thursday with the mass exodus of coworkers desperate to get home before it became impossible. The snow was falling, the wind was blowing, it was terrible. My route from work to home takes me down Airport Way to the freeway, freeway over to WA side of the river, and then road to home. I was stuck on Airport Way that night for FIVE HOURS.
The traffic was terrible, everyone was trying to get to the freeway, and one hour into it the person behind me got tired of waiting and decided to pull off the road into the neighboring parking lot. However, in order to do that, he had to scrape against the side of my car to get there. I couldn't believe someone would do something like that. The snow obscured his license plate, and he was gone before I knew it. Chance told me to pull over and call the police and my insurance company. Pull over where? The last thing I wanted to do was make this trip any longer or more difficult, and I was almost out of gas. I just wanted to cry. The line of cars, however, managed to make it up to the first cross street, and I pulled off into a parking lot to make my phone calls.
Then it was back into traffic. My car didn't look that back. A tiny side light on the back was broken, and there were some scratches, but nothing that noticeable. My gas situation was getting bad, though, and I didn't know what to do. I knew there weren't any gas stations right off Airport Way, and I didn't want to leave Airport Way because I was worried about getting lost, but Chance was on my phone telling me I had to figure something out, and he was right. So I used navigation on my phone to look up local gas stations and saw there was a Costco with a gas station back the other direction off of that cross street I had been on. So I pulled out of traffic and turned back the other way. The road was just covered with snow and it was scary, but the Costco was way closer than I expected and I was able to get gas. The gas station only took debit, and all I had was my credit card and a $10. After telling the attendant my sob story, he took pity on me and used his own debit card and let me give him the $10. I was so grateful.
So after five hours from the time I left work, I managed to get to the freeway, which was terrifying. It was covered in snow, I couldn't see where the lanes were, and I just tried to follow the person in front of me. I finally made it home, though. I had Friday and Saturday off, and other then short trips to the nearby grocery store, I stayed home.
Then Sunday we got freezing rain on top of the snow, so I had to call into work. I didn't want to risk it. Last night i went out for Chinese food because I was tired of being cooped up in the house, and the roads were pretty slushy. The snow and ice were melting. Hopefully today the roads will be better, because I'm making my way down to work again.
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