My uncle comes trudging through the snow like a hero and shovels me out. I pull forward after a few attempts and I'm so relieved. I yell thank you out the window, start to reverse and THUMP. RIGHT BACK INTO THE SNOWBANK. Because I'm arguably the worst driver that ever lived.
I can't even begin to describe the look on his face. I swear I deserved to be punched. He was patient. I'm sure inside he was pretty pissed. I call my mom again and try and desperately explain she needs to come get me and take me to work. My uncle, the hero again, says I can take my aunt's car to work and keep it overnight at the museum. I left my car in the snowbank, grabbed my sleepover gear, and here we are.
So yeah. That happened.