The tramp buried alive!

A winter wonderland!  As in... I wonder if I'll make it home.  Many people were asking themselves that very question last night as a snow storm pounded Utah Wednesday night.  I would like to relate the tales of two individuals and their quest to answer this deep and highly symbolic question.

#1.  My sister-in-law whom we'll call Fay (names have been changed to protect the innocent).  Fay was on her way home from picking up the kids from school.  Not just her own kids, but other kids as well.  Big kids.  Small kids.  Short kids.  Tall kids.  Happy kids.  Sad kids.  Drive you up the wall kids.  Lots and lots of kids.  They did not make it very far, however, before they were stuck in a gridlock on the highway.  That was around 3:30.  By 6:00, Fay was considering abandoning the van, but with wind gusts reaching 70 MPH, and with neither her nor her infant son being equipped with a coat, that wasn't really an option.  They had consumed a few granola bars, but they had no water or anywhere to answer the call of nature.  They were running out of resources.  At 8:30, Fay called her husband Jack.  "You HAVE to come rescue us!"  Which he did... the hero!  He found someone with a four-wheel drive truck and plowed his way to Fay.  Fay finally made it home at 9:30 that night.  She had been in the van with all those kids for 5 hours!!!

#2.  My Master instructor whom we'll call Ray.  Ray was on his way home from work.  Ray soon discovered that the road leading to his home was closed, so he made a quick stop at Smith's to gather some supplies.  He fashioned some water-proof pants out of garbage bags, and covered his hands with socks.  He then proceeded to hike his way home through the elements.  (Which has to be at least a couple of miles).  Very "Survivor Man".  Although I don't think he had to eat any bugs.

So, my question to you is... which would be a worse death.  To freeze to death hiking wearing garbage bag pants, or death by kids.  Hmm... I think I'd have to go with the kids on this one.