Yep, I Grew Up in Phoenix!

Often times, my mornings are pretty mundane. I wake up, climb across the room to turn off my alarm clock, work out for about an hour & a half, then get to work. Of course, I stop at Starbucks on the way.

However, lately, my mornings have been crazy! From flooding my bathroom & apartment to passing out from giving too much blood (more on that story later), I've had some pretty eventful days.

This morning is the next story in my "Crazy Mornings" Saga.

Growing up in Phoenix, we don't get a whole lot of snow. Sure, I've been snowboarding & spent a year in Nebraska in college. But, I've never driven in the snow, owned a snow shovel, or had to worry about black ice on the road.

So, when I walked up to my car this morning in the freezing Sacramento air, I found ice caked on my windshield! Now, this absolutely baffled me. I've never really seen this before. Honestly, I kind of stood there in silence, thinking of what to do or who to call to come & help me. I actually contemplated calling AAA. After a minute or two of pondering my dilemma, I called my Mom. She grew up in Iowa. She'll know what to do.
No answer.
Dad? He was born in Alaska for crying out loud!
No answer.

Now, I'm thinking, "Okay, out of all my friends, who lives in the snow? Who would know how to handle this?" I thought about my best friend & college roommate, Kelly. But, she grew up in Los Angeles. Nope. Bad idea.

After listing off all my friends from Concordia & those who live up in Sacramento, I decided to call my friend, Daniel, who's from Denver. Perfect candidate for helping a girl from Phoenix scrape ice off of her car. Daniel picks up the phone & here's how the conversation went...

"Hello?"
"Daniel!!! You live in the snow, right?! Well, I need your help! There is a ton of ice stuck on my car from the cold weather & I don't know how to get it off!"
(Laughter in the background)
"Um, okay?...Just use your scraper."
"My what? What's that?"
"Oh yeah, you wouldn't own a scraper. You wouldn't know what that is."
"Haha, yeah, I grew up in Phoenix. Go figure."
"Okay, well this is what you do...Turn the heat up in your car really high & just wait for it to melt off."
"That's a good idea!"
(Call waiting beeps, it's my mom)
"That's my mom...gotta' go!"
(Hang up on Daniel)

Conversation with Mom
"Mom! I need help! There's tons of ice on my windshield & I don't have a scraper thingy to get it off. I turned on the heat in my car, but I need something to scrape the ice with. What should I do?"
"Go inside & get a kitchen spatula! Or, better yet, you can always use a Credit Card."
"Great, thanks! Love you, bye."

So, there I was, sitting in the parking lot of my apartment complex, polluting the air with all the exhaust coming out of my car from it being too hot inside, scraping the ice off my windshield with a tiny, plastic, Visa! My fingers froze to death, but it worked!

My lesson was learned. I need to buy a scraper thingy right away. Maybe Santa will give me one for Christmas? Haha! This is just so ridiculous, but it was quite entertaining. Maybe not at the moment, but hindsight is always hilarious.

Hope you "laughed out loud" from this story as much as I did!