I found another Amish farm to get eggs Thursday and got stuck in the mud leaving the place. I couldn’t see the drainage ditch under the snow — fortunately it was shallow and “Ben” had gravel to shovel under the tires. A little pushing helped, too, especially to get up the incline back onto the road. It was really muddy and slippery from snow.
Ben felt bad but I insisted it wasn’t his fault or a big deal. “Your car is all muddy!”
“Cars can be washed.” Little did he know I would put off washing my car just to revel in the manly pride I so rarely enjoy with “Orinoco” my ZX2 Sport.