It was my freshman year of college and I had just moved up north to Maine. I was 19 years old and didn't really know anyone up there, but I plenty of porn and cold beer to keep me occupied. The winter was real bad this year, and since my apartment building had no off-street parking, I had to park in a nearby school parking lot when it snowed.
It was a Sunday morning, and it had snowed heavily all night, there was at least a good foot or more of snow covering the ground. I woke up and walked over to the school parking lot where I had left my car last night. Unfortunately I was one of the first people to get in, and now I was blocked in by 30 or so cars. I had to be at work at 11:00 and it was already 9:30. I knew those cars wouldn't be out of the way probably until 2:00 this afternoon, so I called into work, and told them I wasn't going to make it in today.
Every hour or so, I would go out and see if anyone had moved their vehicle yet. Around noon I noticed another man shoveling out his car. I had already shoveled out my car earlier this morning. I figured I'd give him a hand, so I grabbed my shovel and went over there. We got to talking, and I found out his name was Chris and he lived in the building across the street from mine. He was going skiing and asked if I would like to join him. Since I wasn't going to work, and my car was going to be blocked in for hours, I agreed. We got his car loose and headed off to the mountains.