You probably want to know how this all worked out, right? I mean you know I didn't freeze to death since this actualy got posted. Hehe. The story continues.

I wasn't able to finish off all the food they gave me for breakfast. Hmm, I'm still not sure why I ordered sausage. I hate sausage, it ususaly gives me very bad headaches. Just like bacon. This time it didn't bother me, but the taste was as bad as ususal.

I ate it anyway. Finaly got ahold of my mother to tell her of the peril I was in. While she thought it was bad not much she could do for me. Heh, I didn't expect her to drive out and get me with all that shit on the road.

That withstanding, I was supposto call her when I got home the night before. Well, since I never actualy got home I didn't call her till then. Heh.

After that I watch some anime and head up to the lounge to take a long nap.

No couches, and the chairs where no good to sleep on. I ended up curling up in a corner with my trench coat as a blanket, and my bottle of dew as a pillow.

I slept for about an hour or two till I woke up. An older man (that being relative) was walking around looking out the windows. I tried to ignore him for a while but eventualy decided to see what he was upto.

I had to untie myself from my laptop bag. For security reasons I'd tied it to myself in such a way that it would not be easy to remove. I'm one of those trusting souls ya know.

We spend the better part of an hour looking out the windows and laughing at people getting stuck. I tell him my tale of woe, and he shares his. Apparently he's supposto deliver a load that night. Only ninty miles north of here. All blocked off!

I get the bright idea to call my oldest brother since he lives in beatrice. No luck his phone is busy. I think about it for a few seconds and then start to dismantle the nearest payphone.

The company I work for offers 888 internet access. At first I try to connect normaly. But the line is so crappy that it's not possible. I start up AppleWorks and dial in directly. Heh, with conditions like this it's not worth bringing a TCP/IP stack into the mess.

The fastest connection I could get was 300 baud. Or, should I say the fastest stable connection. It's enough for me to email out. Though I would not enjoy using that connection speed for much else. I can type faster than 300 baud. You can imagine how annoying this is.

Shortly one of the girls from downstairs comes up with the phone. Apparently my brother was on the internet when I mailed. He explains that he's also stuck. But only three blocks from home.

Deciding that I was basicly stuck there I go back to talking to the driver.

It wasn't long till a few more drivers showed up. We had some of the most entertaining conversation. But since those storys are not mine I have no right to reproduce them.

Somewhere in this time the power goes out.

I get another call from my mother. She informs me that the county has cleared the road off and unstuck my car from the drift.

While nice and all, I had no way to get back there. The drivers offer to take me in all directions but the one I needed to go. I thanked them anyway.

If it was nice out I would have just walked. It's was only about five miles as the crow files. But with the snow, wind and what not I didn't want to risk it.

With the power being out a trip to the bathroom was an adventure. Open the door, walk in a bit. Fumble around to find a free stall. As I was walking people kept saying that thiers where taken. Heh, eventualy I find one that's not in use.

While minding my own buisness I hear this voice out of nowhere. Another person was in there, and he was talking! Guys don't talk in the bathroom. Not more than an "Excuse me", or "Taken". If you talk in the bathroom others assume that you are gay.

This is because girls do talk in the bathroom. As if it was some sort of social hub. I see nothing wrong with doing this, but it's so very odd in the mens room.

He offers a ride north. While it's the general direction I need to go, it's not quite. I didn't want to end up standing in the middle of nowhere for hours with my thumb hanging out.

No power means no hot water. Hmm, no water also. Since the pump is electic. Also no coffee. Oh well, I'd live. I order some more food and get to talking with some of the locals.

Several hours later an older man (not as relative this time) offers me a ride directly to my car. As to not miss the wonderfull oppertunity I thank him and pack up.

Half an hour later I'm in my car heading home!

How's that for a day off?

EOF