I was driving through a massive blizzard in the middle of nowhere when my cell phone rang. The ring caught me off guard and felt out of place in the empty countryside. I'd been trying to get a signal earlier with no luck, so I took this as a good sign that if I went off the road I'd be able to reach someone if I needed help. Normally I won't answer if I don't recognize the number, but in this case I made an exception. "Is Ron there?" the caller asked. "Uh, I think you have the wrong number," I said. He apologized and I said it wasn't a problem. What I really felt like saying was, "MAN! You have no idea what's going on right now -- you might be the last person I ever talk to if this road doesn't get better."
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