I just remembered this.
Last winter, we had had a decent snowfall. Probably 3-4 inches. DH was doing something in the garage and called me to move one of the cars. I was very reluctant and said I didn't want to get dressed and go outside in that weather. He said don't bother getting dressed, just run out here and hop in the car. So I complied, wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops.
He wanted to switch the positions of our 2 cars, so I had to back one car out onto the street, wait for him to pull his car out, and then pull my car in. So I pull my car out into the street, and DH decides that it's a fantastic time to start doing something else. Minutes tick by. I honk at DH occasionally and he makes "just a minute" gestures. Finally another car comes down the street, and I can't keep blocking it, so I decide to drive down the street, turn around, and drive back home.
I turn around on an intersecting street, which apparently got MUCH more snow than my street did. My car is stuck. I am still wearing shorts and flip-flops. I do not have my cell phone, as DH insisted that this would just take a second. Home is half a block away, uphill. It takes me half an hour to maneuver my car off the side street and get back home. When I got home and told DH what happened, he said "Well what did you do that for?"