so my best friend and i went to a movie...
wait, back up...
so it dumped snow in Seattle Washington...
seriously... 10 inches of snow on my deck...
my best friend and i decided to go to see a movie in Bellevue...
she came to pick me up and we got stuck in the snow twice... i pushed her out both times and we decided not to go down my street after that until the snow was gone.
we went to the movie, and on our way home we saw someone stuck on the side of the road in the snow... i said that we should pull over and help because after pushing her car out as well as a few others over the past few days that it had snowed i felt confident that i knew what i was doing and could get them out...
so we pulled over, i asked if they would like some help for which they were very grateful. i got out of the car and there were 4 big guys standing around this little red car. all 4 of them looked at me and then looked at each other as if they doubted my ability to get a car out of the snow...
after talking to them for all of 30 seconds i discovered that they were, in fact, not from the US...
they were Russians...
from Russia...
and they were stuck in the snow...
i asked "doesn't it snow a lot over there?? you should be able to get this out by yourself right??"
oh well...
they were speaking in a foreign language and i had no idea what was going on, but i tried to coach the driver to rock the car... forward, backward, forward, backward... so that he could get some momentum and get out of the ditch that he had created by spinning his tires... (idiot... if you're in the snow and you push the gas and your car doesn't go anywhere... TAKE YOUR FOOT OFF THE GAS PEDAL!!)
i was talking to one of them who, since i had gotten out of the car, had been thanking me profusely for stopping and telling me i was a good citizen, and he pointed out that he had placed the chains that they had in front of the tires...
i explained that they weren't going to do any good unless they moved the car first... DUH.
just then 2 other guys pulled up in a truck and asked if we wanted some help... they asked if we had a tow rope...
of course not!
one of the Russians suggested he just push the car out, but that would have destroyed the back of the little red car.
after standing around for a handful of minutes they threw up their hands and called it quits...
before they drove off another car, driving quite erratically i might add, pulled up with 2 more Russians in it... OBVIOUSLY drunk... Banana was standing a few feet away from the red car, freezing in her little cute Puma shoes and chatting with the Russians... she and i observed that from the second we got out of the car we could smell the alcohol and it only got worse when these other 2 Russians showed up... wow...
we were all laughing and having a pretty nice time, considering the situation...
after struggling in the snow and trying unsuccessfully to get the car out for about 45 minutes i gained control of the whole group and tried to be positive and said "ok guys, we can do this. we can get this little car out... i've gotten THAT car out of the snow twice today, by myself (pointing to Banana's little black Golf) so with the 6 of you helping, this should be CAKE!!"
we proceeded to take our positions around the car, one of them suggested that i drive because then they would have a little more man-power to push...
so i got in the car...
"on the count of three i'm gunna go forward, then just listen for me and i'll tell you which way to push... 1...2...3!!!!"
i slammed it into drive, punched the gas
slammed it into reverse, punched the gas
the car started to rock
slammed it back into drive, punched the gas
slammed it back into reverse, punched the gas
it rocked even more
slammed it back into drive and out of the hole i went!!
i drove a bit down the road to a safe spot where i wouldn't get stuck and from behind me all the while i could hear 6 very happy Russians shouting "YEAH!!! SHE DID IT!!"
i parked the car, turned it off, abd before stepping out i said to myself "yup... she did it..."
i stepped out of the car and raised my arms in victory as they all came running down the street toward me.
"LEAVE IT TO THE 5' 3'' AMERICAN, WHITE GIRL!!"
just then i was picked up off the ground and hauled into the biggest 3-Russian hug of my life.
i was kissed on both cheeks by all of them and even on the forehead and nose by a couple of them (those ones were the more drunk of the bunch) it was pretty funny.
they thanked me over and over and over again and offered me some champagne to celebrate, i said no thanks, it's 2 in the morning and i just wanna go home and sleep...
one of them asked for my number... in case he got stuck again... i said "uh..." and thankfully didn't have to really answer or give him an excuse because my attention was demanded by the one that wanted to drink to success...
i politely declined and suggested they go home too...
one more round of hugs and a bunch more kisses and i said goodnight and went back to the car...
*ahh* what a night... fun times had by all!
oh yeah.
i pushed 6 Russians out of the snow... go me.
-kmw-
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