My almost Desperate Housewivesy moment

My room is located at the front of my apartment building, which means it overlooks the street. Across the street, there are two apartment buildings, and between them is a driveway to a little parking lot in the back. When I look out my window, the driveway is directly in the center.

On February 13 and 14, it snowed a LOT here. Yes, it snows a lot in Cleveland, but not all at once. Anyway, we got something like 10 or 15 inches, which could have been worse, but then it snowed some more over the next few days.

That weekend, while it was snowing away outside, I was practicing in my room. When I practice, I often look out my window, especially while I'm doing technique stuff. Sometime in the afternoon, I noticed a car pull up into the driveway, and it had Texas plates. I've seen this car before. However, there is a problem. The car starts sliding a little bit, and then won't go any further. The driveway hasn't been plowed at all, and there's a good 3 inches or so of snow that has built up, probably over a layer of ice. The guy gets out of his car, clears the snow from around his tires, then gets back in and tries again. The car moves, but a little sideways toward the wall. This time, the guy gets out and tries pushing his car. He does this a few times with no luck, then goes back to his first plan, which doesn't really help either.

After about 10 minutes of this, I feel sorry for him (afterall, he's from Texas, so I understand what he's going through). Then this brilliant thought occured to me. KITTY LITTER! I had once read that you could use it if your car got stuck in the snow. I suppose it works kind of like salt, but it must absorb the moisture because..well, that's what it does! haha. Well, guess who has a box of kitty litter? That's right. So I literally put on my coat and was about to walk across the street with the stuff when I saw that he actually pulled out of the driveway and was then driving backwards down the street. Oh well...

But then he was back and what does he do? He tries to pull up his driveway again. Not smart there, fella. Of course his car gets stuck, and I thought about going over there again, but then he got out and just left it. And then I had to go to Akron. Oh well...

So why was this "my almost Desperate Housewivesy moment"? Well, I'll tell ya.

That fella happened to be kinda cute from afar.

But then I am neither desperate nor a housewife.

The End.

Well, almost.

As brilliant as the kitty litter idea was, I later realized that there is a bucket of salt in the foyer of my apartment building...