Mark and I are sitting here watching Wall-e (really good btw) when Lola explodes and I hea a knock on our back slider. Not the front door, the back door. I went out into the kitchen to see a man in his forties standing on our back deck. he says "Hi, I used your driveway t turn around and got stuck, sorry" Okay no biggie anyone who has seen our driveway knows it's pretty steep. So we get our shoes on and go out in the snow.
The man had come down our driveway, narrowly missed my car and almost drove straight off the cliff behind our house. It's snowing and he was obviously drunk. Mark pulled him out with the Tahoe. I asked if he was ok to drive, he said yes "I only had two beers" and drove away. I wrote down his license plate number and immediately called 911. I hope if he is caught he isn't a vengeful man (or he has no idea where he was) but all I could think about was how horrible I would have felt had I heard about a drunk driving wreck tonight. I maybe should have tried harder to convince him he shouldn't drive but it all happened so fast. I hope I did the right thing.