Instead of reading I played trivia crack, texted people, ate some See's chocolates that I found under the front seat that were surprisingly delicious, and reached outside and made a snowball. The snow was falling so hard that it got caught in my hair and you guys THERE ARE SNOWFLAKES IN MY HAIR.
At one point I called Keith and whined, "Where aaaaaaaaare you???" and he said he might not make it up the mountain and I was like "LIFE IS SO HARD" but really it wasn't because I could have called Krista since she lives on the mountain and actually knows how to survive in the snow, but I like being dramatic so I was like "I'm probs going to have to sleep in my car tonight UGH." So I wrapped my feet in my scarf and took some pictures of the outside.
Then I got thirsty so I ate some snow. In 2012 my roommates and I took a roadtrip and when we went to Christine's house in... I can't remember the name of the town but it's kiiiind of near Fresno I think? I ate the snow and it was delicious and I also put some snow in a cup and poured orange soda over it and my taste buds are salivating just thinking about it. But you guys, fyi, grocery store parking lot snow does not taste nearly as delicious as the snow from wherever it was that we were.
After waiting a little over an hour, my knight in a shining truck pulled up next to me, offered me a snow jacket, and drove me home where I took the longest and hottest shower of my life and tried to thaw the inside of my body.
And that's the story of how I almost died when I had to let my car slide backward on a snowy road.
Also since this happened I have gotten chains, and I probably won't ever take them off because putting them on is a PAIN IN THE TUSHY. I still need boots, though. Send boots.