The parking lot I'm normally parked in was full. Overfull actually, so much so that even the "not-a-spot" I usually park in that doesn't get used because nobody thinks of it, had two cars squeezed into it.
Had to park up the hill way behind Blodgett. Coming down the hill towards the computer center, I was kicking the occasional ball of snow left behind by the plows. Until one of them completely failed to move, as it was frozen solid to the road. Newton was an asshole, because by his laws was I thrown forward landing face first -- well, actually knee-first -- on the pavement. My knee is gonna be hurting for fucking weeks. My hands for most of the rest of the day, I suspect.
Ugh.
"Snow"? What is this word of which you speak?
Oh no! We'll never win the big dance contest now!
Sorry you're hurt, but I would have paid to see (and hear) that. Especially as whatever semi-happy little tune you were whistling transmogrified into a hair-curling tirade of expletives. Feel better.
And I didn't know you two entered the dance contest! ;)