Got out of work on Sat. morning and my old man calls during the ride home. Needs me to come over and take him to the ER. Turns out it's just another panic attack. But, since I'm there, they're almost out of heating oil, so could I go out and dig a path around to the back of the house to the oil fill pipe so the oil company can come out. All they have is an ancient, busted shovel, so I say I'll go to Home Depot and buy them a new one.
This is when I find out I'm stuck at the bottom of their driveway - I get halfway up the driveway (it's a 30-degree slope covered in an inch of snow) and my tires start spinning.

So I salt the driveway and go start to dig the path around the house with a regular steel shovel.
Which is when my old man decides to mention that they have a good snow shovel but it's under the snow around the back of the house.

Now I've got a real snow shovel, so I dig out the path to the back of the house, check their oil tank, and find out they've still got half a tank left.
So then I start trying to get out of the driveway again and end up having to turn the shovel over and use the edge to scrape every last bit of snow off an 80-or-so-ft-long driveway on a 30-degree slope.
I showed up at my old man's girlfriend's place around 9 AM, and I finally left just before 3PM...
And that, kiddies, is what
I did with my Saturday.
