Story Time
So today when I woke up and looked outside, we had a ton of snow. Like, a foot and a half of snow. Didn't think too much about it because it's cold as cold can be right now, so I'm not going to go outside. I went downstairs, made a pot of coffee, cooked some eggs, and chilled for a bit. My dad comes up to me after bringing wood in (our house is heated by a wood burning furnace) and says, "hey, I'm walking up to the gas station to get some soda, can you please go feed the goats?" Living on a farm we have 5 goats and some chickens, 2 dogs and 2 cats. I do the usual sweep to check if the baby chicks have food and the dogs and cats. I then look around for some boots because if I'm going outside in the snow I need boots that go up to my armpits. No such boots were found. A pair of bulky running shoes were though. Now since it is decently warm in my house, I had on my pajamas which consisted of a pair of booty shorts and a baggy band shirt. Seeing all the snow this morning though prompted me to put on a robe. My robe was bright green, fuzzy, and barely made it past my thighs. Of course I decide to walk out in the freezing cold in just this. My feet immediately sink into the mounds of snow right outside the door and my ankles feel like icicles. Do I go back inside and change being only 5 inches away from the door? No, I do not. I march on. I make my way through the yard and think 'the road is clear. If I make it to the road I won't freeze my legs off.' It was a brilliant plan...at the time. I run once my feet hit the street because of course there were cars coming and it was either run to avoid being killed or the snow. Once I reach the goat pen (my feet back in the snow), I walk in the trailer that holds the goat food and sit down. I was tired, I was cold, I wanted to be done. After i had kicked the snow out of my shoes, I tossed some hay to the goats and trudged back home. This one particular car drove so slowly that I had no choice but to walk beside it or in the tall piles of snow. I walked in the slushy snow on the side of the road and had to act like it was normal and that whoever was in the car wasn't staring at me. I finally make it back home. I stepped out of the running shoes, peeled off my wet socks, and collapsed on the couch. My dad gets home a little after me and asks if I fed the goats. I said yes I did and I told him I didn't think about putting actual clothes on, I just wanted to feed the goats and get it over with. I laughed a little like I was joking and he looked at me funny then doubled over laughing. He told me when he was at the gas station he was talking about how much snow there was and one of the workers said he saw a weird girl with long hair and no clothes walking toward my dad's house. He was talking about me. Now the whole town is going to know about the long haired girl with no clothes who walks in snow. I've become a local cryptid. From now on I'm going to hide in the house in shame and never interact with anyone ever again.
