A Tale in the Town of Manson
Stuck.
In the literal sense of the word.
Trapped.
Less than an hour from home.
We're driving home, through the snow.
The wind howls all around me.
Can't see anything more than a few inches ahead.
The world disappears for a second.
Everything goes white.
Even the road lines.
I'm so scared, scared for my life.
At least we didn't get stuck in a ditch...
After a tense hour, at about four,
we pull in to a gas station
that we can barely see.
Run through the drifts and burst through the door.
We get inside, shaking the snowflakes from our hair
and stomping our shoes on the rubber mat.
I look around, and its pretty deserted
except for the cashiers
and a couple others that are stuck like us.
They seem nice.
We ask them if there's a hotel in town.
There isn't.
Someone is offering their home to stranded people,
but it sounds kind of like a horror movie
waiting to happen.
So we decide to stay here for a while.
The place is called Cubby's.
“The Beary Best in Convenience!” it boasts.
I roll my eyes.
At least it's open 24 hours.
I have a feeling we'll be here for a while.
We sit down at one of the many booths.
They're uncomfortable.
Try and relax, though we're pretty shaken.
We make small talk for a bit,
get asked where we were headed by the other few people.
A little girl is running around.
She's antsy, wanting out.
She has some gum, and sticks four pieces into her mouth.
The Hubba Bubba kind, I think.
She's rather annoying and loud, but adorable.
Her mom doesn't seem to be interested in controlling her.
There's wi-fi here, thank god,
a small blessing in this crappy situation.
Well...I guess you could call it an adventure.
There doesn't seem to be any let up from the wind
in the near future,
so we settle in for a long wait.
Movies(Harry Potter and Short Circuit) and Facebook sort of distract.
Everyone at home is kind of worried, but glad we're safe.
At least they'll get to sleep tonight.
Slowly minutes turn into hours...
8 hours later, we're still sitting here.
Becoming more restless by the minute.
Sleep is damn near impossible.
The benches are too uncomfortable
and its so bright in here.
Its about ten or eleven.
I get online, talk to my friends
about random stuff,
free donuts and KKK snowmen.
Shivering.
Why is it so cold in here?
Hopefully, the snow lets up soon.
I want to go home.
We periodically check the radar
and the road conditions.
All I’ve seen is a bunch of red lines.
Means the road is impassable.
Visibility? There is none.
Wanna try and go home?
Don't even think about it.
It's about five or six now.
The snow plows are finally getting out.
Seven thirty, the sun rises.
And finally, after 17 hours,
we get our stuff, and
escape.
In the literal sense of the word.
Trapped.
Less than an hour from home.
We're driving home, through the snow.
The wind howls all around me.
Can't see anything more than a few inches ahead.
The world disappears for a second.
Everything goes white.
Even the road lines.
I'm so scared, scared for my life.
At least we didn't get stuck in a ditch...
After a tense hour, at about four,
we pull in to a gas station
that we can barely see.
Run through the drifts and burst through the door.
We get inside, shaking the snowflakes from our hair
and stomping our shoes on the rubber mat.
I look around, and its pretty deserted
except for the cashiers
and a couple others that are stuck like us.
They seem nice.
We ask them if there's a hotel in town.
There isn't.
Someone is offering their home to stranded people,
but it sounds kind of like a horror movie
waiting to happen.
So we decide to stay here for a while.
The place is called Cubby's.
“The Beary Best in Convenience!” it boasts.
I roll my eyes.
At least it's open 24 hours.
I have a feeling we'll be here for a while.
We sit down at one of the many booths.
They're uncomfortable.
Try and relax, though we're pretty shaken.
We make small talk for a bit,
get asked where we were headed by the other few people.
A little girl is running around.
She's antsy, wanting out.
She has some gum, and sticks four pieces into her mouth.
The Hubba Bubba kind, I think.
She's rather annoying and loud, but adorable.
Her mom doesn't seem to be interested in controlling her.
There's wi-fi here, thank god,
a small blessing in this crappy situation.
Well...I guess you could call it an adventure.
There doesn't seem to be any let up from the wind
in the near future,
so we settle in for a long wait.
Movies(Harry Potter and Short Circuit) and Facebook sort of distract.
Everyone at home is kind of worried, but glad we're safe.
At least they'll get to sleep tonight.
Slowly minutes turn into hours...
8 hours later, we're still sitting here.
Becoming more restless by the minute.
Sleep is damn near impossible.
The benches are too uncomfortable
and its so bright in here.
Its about ten or eleven.
I get online, talk to my friends
about random stuff,
free donuts and KKK snowmen.
Shivering.
Why is it so cold in here?
Hopefully, the snow lets up soon.
I want to go home.
We periodically check the radar
and the road conditions.
All I’ve seen is a bunch of red lines.
Means the road is impassable.
Visibility? There is none.
Wanna try and go home?
Don't even think about it.
It's about five or six now.
The snow plows are finally getting out.
Seven thirty, the sun rises.
And finally, after 17 hours,
we get our stuff, and
escape.