It has been a week since the snowstorm. In honor of the one week anniversary, I thought I’d share a snow story with you.
It was back when I was 16. I’m in my parents’ car driving from Selbyville to Laurel, trying to get to school at Epworth. I am not sure why I felt compelled to go to school in a snowstorm, but I did. There were two passengers with me, kids I normally took to school. I took my time driving, but for some reason when I was driving on Route 24 that day I had a flash of stupidity.
You know those flashes of stupidity. Teenagers think they know everything and can do everything. I sure did. So those same teenagers make poor judgments. They do big pieces of stupid. I sure did.
Any rational human being driving on Route 24 that day would have offered praise to God for the snowplow in front of my vehicle. Yes, I met a snowplow on the road, clearing a path before me. It was a perfect situation. I just drive behind the plow and make it safely to Laurel. Well I didn’t do that. I had a flash of stupidity.
I passed the snowplow. Yep, in my parents’ little red car I proceeded to pass the plow. The very tool that would make the road before me safe was going too slow for me. I flashed stupid and passed it.
Well at least I tried. The car got almost passed the plow when we took a spin and stopped in some piled up snow on the side of the road. I was scared, along with my passengers. With the vehicle facing the road, I could see the driver of the snowplow pointing and laughing at me as he drove by. Luckily we weren’t stuck, and I easily got out.
We made it to our destination safely, despite my big piece of stupid. I never passed a snowplow again.