Snow job
During the winter of 1997, Chris gave my Acura Integra a death sentence. We live at the end of a low-traffic cul-de-sac and the city of Columbus almost never plows it. My Integra with its 5 inch ground clearance was no match for a heavy snow that year. Since it was a manual that she couldn’t drive, Chris could only push the car while I attempted to reach the driveway. It was then that she gave me the edict that I park it at the local strip mall a half a mile away and walk home the next time I drive the car. She also indicated that it would be the last winter for my coupe. Within a few months my little sporty thing had been replaced with an underpowered, all-wheel drive “Sport-Cute.”
Flash forward seven years. Chris took Claire to the pediatrician yesterday in the family minivan. And after yesterday’s icy snow, it got stuck twice leaving the cul-de-sac. While she was gone, I shoveled the driveway for a third time in 24 hours and got tuckered after completing just her side. Timed perfectly after I came inside, she called to report she wasn’t going to attempt driving into the court. I was to meet her at the strip mall and carry Claire the rest of the way home. In that half mile section of road, four cars stopped to asked if I needed a ride. I must have looked pitiful.
Does this mean we get a new car?