At 8 Saturday morning, Jim Sebastian left his 12-hour emergency shift coordinating heavy-plow operations to find, naturally, that his car was snowed under. Working with his hands and a broom, he cleared the top, hood, windows and enough of the sides to get the door open.
It was only when he tried to put the key in the door that he realized he had dug out someone else's car.
He finally found the right mound of snow in the city parking lot on W Street SE and cleared that one, only to realize his Volvo wagon was hopelessly trapped by plow wash.
"The irony is that I worked all night with snow plows and I had been plowed in," said Sebastian, whose normal job is bicycle program coordinator for the District's Department of Transportation. His car? "It's still there."
I was walking the dogs last night, out in the road where everyone else was, and some jerk was driving way too fast, honking his horn repeatedly and yelling at people to "get out of the F***ing road." I don't mind corralling the beagles to the side and out of the way, but I barely had time because he was going so fast. It did lessen the blow that he had Maryland plates.
Sorry about the jerk. On my relatively narrow street, the neighbors make it clear that the cars have to wait for the pedestrians to slowly get out of the way. It has done wonders for those tempted to speed.
Posted by: SJE | February 08, 2010 at 11:54 AM
So, I'm not the only one w/ a bias against Maryland plates... phew! They always seem to be the ones doign bone-headed things behind the wheel.
Not all Maryland drivers are bad, but all bad drivers are Maryland drivers... or something like that.
Posted by: BlindPilot | February 10, 2010 at 11:36 PM
For me it was relief that they weren't one of my neighbors. They were probably angry Colts fans.
Posted by: Washcycle | February 10, 2010 at 11:41 PM