Wait! Does My Job Description Cover This?

A wintry mess, mistakenly called "wintry mix" by the weatherman dropped sleet which quickly turned the roads to ice then nicely turned into a white wonderland of snow on top of the slick. I was sure I'd not get into work that morning, but luckily I was able to extract the car from the 4in of snow over ice and make it in.

As I turned into the church drive, I saw our youth pastor's car had slid off the side of the drive and was just sitting there. Poor kid, I thought. It's not like that hasn't happened to me a time or two. It just goes with driving a car in the winter in Michigan.

I crept around the circular drive and parked, hearing my name being called, as I opened the car door. I looked around for the source of my name. I'm old enough now to know it wasn't God hailing me from the heavens. Pastor and James (our youth pastor) were coming towards me with a plan.

"Drive your car back up to where James's car is and park off to the side" pastor instructed me. "Then you steer his car and James and I are going to push it out."

I'm game, I thought. So, I crawled back in and crept my car back up the slicky drive and parked "out of the way". Just so you know. The "wintry mix" is still coming down. And it is more ice than snow and more rain than ice... and it is awful. I crawl out of my car, now totally soaked through, which is OK, because I've just got hit by a laughing fit. Pastor and James are standing in knee deep snow in front of James's car patiently waiting for me, and I'm doubled over... laughing my head off.

"As soon as I get back to the office, I'm checking my job description to see if this is covered in it!" I gasp out through laughter, not sure if the wet on my cheeks is tears from laughing so hard or the freezing rain. Pastor informs me that it is covered and actually, I should be pushing and he should be steering, but he's not going to make me do that on this particular morning.

So, I gather my wits and get on with the job at hand. I start up the car,
the guys push...
and we go through the routine twice.
No luck.
The tires are just over the blacktopped surface and keep digging themselves deeper into the soft earth.

Pastor stretches face first down on the wet drive so he can get a better look under the car. I look at my spiritual leader and understand why I am willing to follow this man. God bless him. He rises to his feet and announces that the business is futile. We will have to call a tow truck. So, we all head back inside. I offer the guys a ride in my car to get them out of the weather but they both refuse. What would be the point at this time.

I head for the lady's room and have a look at my drowned head and wonder why I don't keep a comb. With paper towels I get myself as dry as possible and try to arrange my hair the best I can. It turns into some type spiked hairdo... and I decide that it's cool that way. I wish I had the courage to wear it like that all the time. What fun.

And what a fun way to start a day's work. The rest of the day was pretty ordinary from there on out.