Bucharest is being hit by snow again, and this time it's almost worse than the last time. Our car pool broke apart because the designated driver couldn't get his four-wheel-drive to move out of the masses of snow. So Doug and I shoveled the car out of half a meter of snow in record time and I set off to take Alan to school with my mini-van and the summer tires. I had almost no problems (barring horrible traffic). I got stuck once at the school where a nice stranger helped me and gave a good hard push. Then I heard it's going to continue to snow for three days and thought it would be better to stock up on groceries. Just in case.
So off I went to the Billa supermarket. And I got stuck again. It was a little hill and I would have made it if not for four other cars which got stuck. Once stopped, there was no more going forward -- or backward, because I had cars backed up behind me. Two young men offered to help me. How nice! They said something about a taxi which I didn't understand. Instead of speaking slower and using simpler words, they did the universal thing: THEY JUST SPOKE LOUDER. Stupid foreigner that I am, I still didn't understand. However, they proceeded to push the car and I slowly got a grip with my poor, old, worn down summer tires. Then the two young men hopped aboard and it dawned on me that they wanted a ride in exchange for pushing. OK. Fair deal. All of a sudden, I remembered that I had had my wallet on the front passenger seat. I know, it's a stupid place to begin with and not a habit of mine. It was a hectic and unusual morning. Anyhow. I said I wanted my wallet, the wallet turns up, I want to take it but the guy behind me proceeds to put it into the glove compartent. OK. I was distracted by traffic and the wallet was safe. The guys hop off at the next intersection, I go to the supermarket. At the cashier, I open my wallet and it doesn't contain the 100 Euros I had in there this morning. The kindness of strangers, indeed.