The blonde and the snow plow

snow-plowIt was snowing heavily and blowing to the point that visibility was almost zero when the little blonde got off work.  She made her way to her car and wondered how she was going to make it home.

She sat in her car while it warmed up and thought about her situation.  She finally remembered her daddy’s advice that if she ever got caught in a blizzard she should wait for a snow plow to come by and follow it.  That way she would not get stuck in a snow drift.

This made her feel much better and sure enough in a little while a snow plow went by and she started to follow it.  As she followed the snow plow she was feeling very smug as they continued and she was not having any problem with the blizzard conditions.

After an hour had passed, she was somewhat surprised when the snow plow stopped and the driver got out and came back to her car and signaled for her to roll down her window.  The snow plow driver wanted to know if she was alright as she had been following him for a long time.

She said that she was fine and told him of her daddy’s advice to follow a snow plow when caught in a blizzard.  The driver replied that it was ok with him and she could continue if she wanted but he was done with the Walmart parking lot and was heading over to Sears next.

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11 Responses to The blonde and the snow plow

  1. Doraz says:

    Too funny. Thanks. Needed that!

  2. SKL says:

    Ha! I used to live in the boonies of the snow belt, and driving home in blizzards at night with no street lighting, you betta believe I followed a lot of snow plows to save my life! The good thing was, the county road department was headquartered in my tiny town, so it was OK if I couldn’t read the exit signs. I used to wonder how long it would take to find me if I went in a ditch off the freeway. We didn’t have cell phones in those days, so I pictured myself buried for days, weeks, months . . . .

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  4. Joy says:

    Since Sue put this here, I’m going to share a little “blond” story. When we first moved out here, the little old man that we bought this house from kept telling Toby, every single time we came out here, that there were a LOT of girls right down the road at XXXX XXXXXX’s house. He loved Toby and I’d come out here a lot to transfer flowers that I’d wanted to bring here from my old house. Every single time he’d tease Toby about this and Toby was “painfully” shy.

    We hadn’t lived here very long when we’d see the “little blond girl” running. I’d see her and I’d say “the little blond girl is out running.” Toby was to shy to talk to her so he’d take his four wheeler and race it all over the place just to see her. She worked at the local grocery store and he’d go there when she was working and buy a bag of ice. I can’t tell you how many bags of ice we had in our freezer.

    Long story short, the little blond girl is now my daughter in law and there’s not an ounce of “blond” in her except for the color of her hair.

  5. nikki says:

    Thanks for the laugh Sue! lmao!

  6. G-Ma says:

    That was hysterical!!

  7. SanityFound says:

    ROFLMAO dang this spitting coffee thing runs in the family!!!

  8. Sue says:

    I thought this was funny, too! Thanks, Joy, for the story and for saying I’m not as blonde as I look!

  9. SKL says:

    Speaking of blonde.

    In my family, my mom, dad, myself and my 4 oldest siblings have brown hair or darker. Same with most of our family friends and relatives. I knew some people who were blonde and didn’t think much of them. Basically, I got this idea as a kid that I don’t like blonde people for some vague reason.

    One day we were watching TV and I said something like, I have never met a blonde person that I really liked. Then my wee little sister – the youngest and most loved and cherished – turned her little head around and just stared at me with her accusing gray-green eyes. It was then I realized it – my baby sister was a BLONDE! She was very bright and sensible way beyond her years. With that penetrating look, she cured me of my attitude about blondeness.

    That said, she was always fond of blonde jokes.

  10. mssc54 says:

    I’m sure all daughters follow their daddy’s advice… all the time. 😉

  11. Sue says:

    Don’t get your hopes up Mssc54!

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