It is a bit slick out there

Today Utah received a substantial amount of snow. One thing that must be known is that people in Utah are incapable of driving in snowy conditions, which baffles me since Utah is supposedly home to the greatest snow on earth you would assume it's population could drive in it. This unfortunately is not the case. Although I tried my hardest to clear the snow and lay down plenty of salt to avoid ice, I was evidently unsuccessful. Shortly after shoveling snow and laying down a substantial amount of salt I went back in the box to warm my bones. I had been inside the box reading for probably no more than an hour when I heard a crunching noise outside. I peered out of the window to see a car backing away from a destroyed garbage can and a heap of garbage. After controlling my laughter, I walked out to see what had happened. I walked outside to see the lady fueling her car, apparently unaware she had just hit my garbage can/metal pole that is intended to keep the garbage safe. I started looking at the damage that lay before me when I heard the lady say "It is a little slick out here." Oh really I pondered to myself, not wanting to insult her for what was an obvious accident. After expressing her deepest sympathy for what she had done to my garbage can we took a look at her car to see if there was any substantial damage. Fortunately there was only a few minor scratches and a slight dent on her fender. She was evidently not worried about the damage to her car and was in a hurry to get somewhere, so she apologize again and was on her way. Then I began my cleaning bout. The garbage had been shot out of its holster and tipped over, which caused the contents to spew all over the ground. At this point I became overwhelmed with frustration and anger. The most frustrating thing was the horrendous smell coming off the garbage heap. It was a beautiful mixture of sour milk/baby vomit and used cigarette smell. Not just any used cigarette smell mind you, but the smell of a wet used cigarette. Which is far worse than anything a cigarette can produce--if you have not had the pleasure I suggest you give it a try, it is to die for. After I had put the garbage back into a bag I started to reassemble the garbage can. For some odd reason the garbage was having a hard time going back into it's frame. Upon closer inspection I came to realize that there was some major damage done to the garbage can holster. The frame that encases the garbage can was all bent up and I was the lucky one who got to unbend it so I could replace the can. As you may imagine I was unable return the frame to it's former glory. Now the garbage can sits out there all mangled and pitiful. The metal pole that protects the garbage can lost some of it's red paint to the car's bumper. As for me I had to explain this incident to my boss without laughing hysterically!!