See that folks?  That was my drive in this morning.  In my neck of the woods we get WINTER not winter.  Today we held up the white flag to mother nature and said, "You win!". We were warned to stay off of the roads for fear of sliding into ditches, snowbanks, transport trucks.  You know, the usual.  Did I listen? Hell no.  My car had a mani/pedi booked with the body shop (ok, so my driveway was so icy a couple of weeks ago that I slid into our stand of Sumacs, leaving my side mirror buried in a snow drift) and I needed it back ASAP to get to a conference this weekend.

I made it to the body shop, checked in and picked up my rental; my really small, camouflage white, no snow tires, low to the ground rental. I asked the clerk why no snow tires. "Oh, they're all season." Pfftt. All season.  Maybe if you live in California.  I normally drive a RAV4.  I love my RAV.  It happily plows through drifts, mud, herds of sheep (just kidding on the last one, but it would, if I'd let it.).  In the rental I felt like I was sitting, literally, on the snow covered tarmac.  I slid into snowdrifts not once, not twice, but THREE times.  People in their vehicles equipped with SNOW TIRES plowed by me, oblivious to my obvious distress.

I wish I could get angry.  I can't.  It's a personality fault. I'm working on it.  Sitting in my godawful rental, in a snowdrift, it would have been lovely to have sworn a blue streak to release the massive tension I'd accumulated in the short time I'd driven the car from hell.  Instead, I bawled. I HATE that!  If I'm frustrated, I cry. When I should be pissed off,  I cry.  Iphone stolen? Cried. The Sumac Encounter? Cried.  I have an alter who would likely have happily taken a crowbar to the demon car and given it what for, but not me.  Like I said, working on it.