Sweet Freedom!

The travel ban was lifted at 4:00 and at 3:58, maintenance knocked on our door to ask us to move our cars so they could plow the parking lot.  So we bundled up again and headed out to play in the snow.  It's always entertaining when it comes to the dance around the parking lot when they need to plow.  And a dance it is too.  We're in a pretty good size apartment complex and they do the plowing in sections.  And if you remember, we were out earlier cleaning off our cars.  There were other residents out there too, but then there are those who do not step outside until maintenance comes and knocks on the door.

So we were out there at 4:00, did a little more clean up and then shoveled out in front of the cars so we were driving over a huge pile of snow and off we went to an already cleared area of the parking lot to wait it out.  If you remember, I said that they had been plowing all night.  Well that plowing was just on the main driveway/roads in the complex.  The Dance is all about clearing out all the parking spaces.

Now those of us who had already cleaned off our cars were able to move them pretty quickly and easily and then it was time for the LONG wait.  Why the long wait?  Well, all those people who waited until "the knock" still had to clear 2 feet of snow off their cars before they could get in and move them.  Which means the plow guy couldn't clean out that parking area until they finished.  So how long was my wait?  Over 45 minutes because that's right, someone didn't clean off their car until after they got "the knock."  Oh, and of course they weren't prepared for "the knock" because really it never snows here and they couldn't possibly imagine that anyone would want to plow the parking lot.  (In case there is any question, yes, that is sarcasm.)

I should have brought my Kindle out with me so I could have at least spent that 45 minutes reading, although if I'd been reading, I would have missed the guy who did a face plant into the snow bank as he tried to climb over it to get back to his apartment.

But anyway, now we're plowed!

Back inside just before 5:00 and as I was standing in the window to take an updated photo (yep, that one right there), I looked out to the street and you would have thought there was a Patriots game today with the line of cars driving down our street.  Apparently lifting the ban was like the annual bridal sale at Filene's Basement.  (If you're not from this area, you probably don't understand that comparison, but Google it.  I'm sure there must be a You Tube video somewhere.)   Anyway, our street usually isn't too busy, unless there is a Patriots game since it's the cut through to get over to the stadium.  Seriously, there was a line of cars moving up the street. 

I'm not sure where they were all going, but now I'm hungry and don't feel like cooking so we just called the pizza place and they were open so we ordered subs.  I'm making a run for it!  Nemo, you can't hold me hostage any longer!!