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Last night was the worst snow storm Toronto has had all season. It took me over two hours to drive home, a drive that normally takes only fifteen minutes. It was crazy. The gentleman in the mercedes ahead of me kept skidding into the snow, so I hopped out of my car on the highway, and pushed him out, then hopped back into the car only to watch him re-enact the whole scene again.
He didn't understand why slamming the gas on ice was bad.

Then I finally got home, asked Carolyn to marry me, and she said yes. What a day.