“The snow accumulation has reached a little over 13 inches and is still falling. We advise you to stay indoors and avoid driving whenever possible. We will keep you informed on the current weather conditions. Stay tuned.”
The sound from the radio speakers cut in and out.
Of course with my luck, I had to go out because I needed to buy some food. I didn’t stock up on supplies the day they announced the big storm. I thought it would be another bullshit prediction that meteorologists make all the time.
‘I didn’t think much of the storm since I lived in Wisconsin. We had storms like this all the time here. I went outside and it was worse than I imagined it would be. It was snowing so much that I could barely see my car in the driveway.
I saw footprints leading to my car but I shook it off as a mere illusion. I was brushing the snow off my windows when I saw a face.
It was in my car and it looked like an old man with a gray beard giving me a menacing smile. His black eyes and missing teeth made me feel uneasy.
I opened the car door and told him to get out. He stared at me for about a minute before lunging at me. He stabbed me right above the collar bone. I clutched my wound while hearing him laugh maniacally. I blacked out.
When I woke up I somehow survived the stab wound but I was still bleeding. I used my cellphone to call the police and told them about what happened. They came with an ambulance and put me on a stretcher.
They went in my house and came out with a body bag. They showed me who it was. I was sure it was the man who stabbed me because of the beard he had. A police officer asked me if I knew him but I didn’t respond.
I guess this is the kind of stuff that happens when you try to clean off your car in a snow storm.
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Brian’s Banal Belvedere:
There you go, folks. You now have every reason you ever need to never have to clean the snow off of your windshield again.
With thirteen inches of snow, I believe the phrase “brushing off the snow” is inadequate. It is more like digging or excavating or may I use the term exhume?