Okay. Snowpocalypse can just fuckin END now.
First, let me state that I am now FINE. No frostbite, no hypothermia, etc, etc. Because this next statement will reveal the danger I was in.
I WAS FUCKIN TRAPPED OUTSIDE IN THE FUCKIN SNOWPOCALYPSE FOR THIRTY FUCKIN MINUTES.
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I WAS FUCKIN TRAPPED OUTSIDE IN THE FUCKIN SNOWPOCALYPSE FOR THIRTY FUCKIN MINUTES.
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I've done worse. During a terrible storm in the mid-90s, I went out to keep the COL company while he shoveled our walk in Catonsville. This was before the days of cell phones. I ended locking us both out of the house in a blizzard. No house or car keys. Our horrible neighbor passed us his cordless phone (did not invite us in) and I called a friend who lived not quite a mile away, and we walked to her house down the middle of Wilkens Avenue.
Nobody was driving at that time of night anyway.
I have never quite lived this down.
I'm glad you were able to get back in, despite all the travails!
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