Friday morning we woke up to this, which the dogs really think is pretty great.
Look out Jake, I'm comin' to getcha...
Take that you b#tch!
Round and round we go
Larry, comin' thru.....
And the next thing I see is Larry on one leg, the other leg out to the side to try keep himself from falling over as the dogs just about take him out at the knee. He survived though:)
More snow coming down tonight (Friday). And tonight we got a call from the Langley Police. Does someone in your household own a 2004 Toyota Echo...? And your heart drops like a stone...
Turns out Meredith had left her car at a park and ride by the freeway, and headed off with a friend. In the meantime some low life had decided to smash her passenger window and rifle through her car. A few CD's missing as well as her insurance papers and owners manual. The police were a little concerned that the security of the car was compromised, although she did have a 'club' on the steering wheel. So we decided to see if we could find her spare keys. No such luck, and she doesn't carry a cell phone, and must be the only 20 something in North America that doesn't. Well she had one, and then it died, and she didn't feel the need to immediately replace it. Fortunately though, her friend is a cell phone devotee. But... they were at a movie, so the friend wasn't answering her phone. There was a whole lot of phone messages left.
Message 1 We need to know where your spare keys are (of course I had also explained the situation)
Message 2 - We found a key, and are going to pick up your car
Message 3 - We can't find a key for the club, so are going to see if two other keys for the same kinds of clubs will work, and see if we can get your car
So we head off to her car, about 6 minutes away. It had just started to snow. We get to her car and it is a freaking blizzard. The broken window is on the windy side of the car, and we are struggling to try and tape a garbage bag over the window before the car fills up with snow. Our finger are freezing because it's impossible to try and handle the duct tape, scissors and plastic bag with gloves on. The duct tape won't stick to the wet car. Finally we manage to get the plastic bag caught between the door and the frame so it was helping a bit. I had actually been on my way to meet a friend for coffee and deliver something to her. Larry decides to stay with the car, and I head onto the freeway, which I immediately regret, as it was almost a white out, and we are going just over 50 kph. Thankfully a bit farther along the snow wasn't quite as bad. I get off at the next exit, tell the friend the story, we both decide to leave, to heck with the coffee. On my way back, I see an ambulance and fire truck, lights flashing, on the other side of the freeway. I get back to Meredith's car, Larry hops out and gets in our car, and I pull out and start heading home. I figured he had had enough. He yells 'where are you going?'. 'Home'. 'Meredith's car is still running!' Oops. I skid to stop, well actually the curb stopped me, and he goes back to Meredith's car. I head home, and then when I get there, wonder why I hadn't stayed so that he could sit in a warm car that had a complete set of windows, and whose heater was working properly.
So I go back. And we sit there. Eventually I call the friend on my ancient cell phone, and she answers, but now they are stuck in the traffic backup from an accident on the freeway. Anyway, eventually they get there, Meredith unlocks the club, Larry drives her car home, plastic bag flapping in the breeze, and we all make it home safely.