Ice!

During the winter, it snows. Because of the snow, the roads get icy. The north side of the apartments, which I face, are basically always in shade. So the snow and ice along the sidewalk doesn't melt for months. I know this, so I don't park back there anymore. It's a hill, I don't want to fight the ice!

The white car guy doesn't think like I do. He also can't drive in the snow.

This morning I woke up to wheels screeching on the road. I didn't think much of it. Then it kept going and going and going. I realized it was the white car guy again. This isn't the first time I've heard this sound from this car, so I recognized it pretty quickly. We've heard it early in the morning and late at night, which seems to be the only times this guy tries to go places.

I would be fine with him driving if he knew how to. He insists on parking on the north side where the ice is without any knowledge of how to drive on ice. So he slams on the gas and tries to will his car out, screeching the entire way. His car barely leave the spot because, like many of us know, you can try to speed off ice. You need to drive slowly, not quickly, or else your wheels won't stick. I want to go out there when I hear him and tell him he's an idiot if he needs a girl to tell him how to drive on ice.

Good morning, white car guy. I know you didn't learn your lesson this time!

-Chantal-