Yesterday I meant to blog about my snow adventure on Sunday when I wanted to attend a matinee performance of The Dangers of VD at Ilion Little Theatre. I shall correct the omission now.
Spoiler alert! I did get to see the show!
I arrived early, in hopes of getting a cup of coffee before curtain; I was in need of a stimulant. Also, I hoped for a chance to chat with some theatre friends I have not seen since December. I love my theatre peeps! My favorite parking spot, at the end of the little traffic circle underneath a tree was available. I would be a little in the snow, but that would be OK..
No it wasn’t. I got stuck very easily. The two friends I was meeting, Kelly and Lisa, parked sensibly in the lot as I got out and surveyed the damage. Kelly offered to push, but I suggested we go inside and see if more muscle was available. Our friend Bob happily came out to help, assuring us this was more to his taste than working box office (I don’t blame him; of all theatre jobs, I hate working box office!)
Mere pushing did not help, but eventually we found a shovel. Bob dug, we pushed, or rather they pushed; I was very little help. For one reason I was wearing clogs. I thought, house to car, car to theatre, let me wear comfy shoes! Silly me! Eventually another hefty young man helped push, and my little car was free. Yay! Still time for my coffee!
I moved into the parking lot which turned out to be not as well-plowed as it could have been. There was one space left. There was a little snow, but surely it would be OK. You can call my Shirley if you want, because I got stuck again! Luckily Bob had not gone back into the theatre, so he dug and pushed again. He was so nice about it! I tried my cardboard under the tires trick, which had availed on Saturday, but all that happened was the spinning tires pulled the cardboard from back to front
Finally a nice young man came out of one of the houses across the street with some stuff to put under the tires. Then a friend of his pulled up in a car and jumped out to help. With the help of the three pushers, I was free! I had the window down so they could tell me when to gas it, so I called out my profuse thanks as I carefully backed out of that benighted parking lot. Part of me wanted to just drive home and cry, but I did want to see my friends in the show, so I drove around the block to park in the street.
Alas, there was no time for my coffee! The director was giving the curtain speech as I walked in. She politely inquired about my stuck car.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said, which got a laugh. Kelly and Lisa had saved me a seat, which was good, because it was almost a full house. I enjoyed the show very much; I sure needed the laughs! And at intermission, I finally got my cup of coffee.
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