I never read that book but my friend told me a story last night and it sounded like this book. Ok, so lets call them Wilma and Fred. The Flintstones have been married for 25+years and live in Pratt. Pratt received 28 inches of snow one weekend, however, they had plans to go out of town. Here is a visual:
Fred, like the manly man he is, sees the snow as no big deal and digs out the car. Wilma periodically glances out the window to check on Fred, and once when she looked out she noticed the car was gone. Fred (and the car) were gone for some time, so she decided to look down the road to see if the car was stuck in the snow or something. Much to her surprise, she sees Fred walking down the street. Where is the car? Wilma asked. Fred said, Well, I made it up to the highway, so I left the car there and thought we would just walk up to the highway when we are ready to leave. There are a few problems with this:
1. There is NOTHING packed in the car
2. Since there is NOTHING packed in the car, they have to lug all of their belongings in the snow to their car
3. If Fred was able to make it out once, surely he could do it again, why in the hell did he leave the car at the highway????
so, Wilma, the sweet person she is, unhappily totes her suitcase, purse and other items 6+ blocks to meet her chariot that is waiting for her at the highway. Needless to say, Fred was in the doghouse!!
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