The whole northeast of the United States is suffering," said Jeff Tilghman of Northeast Utilities about the ice storm that hit the northeast coast last Thursday into Friday. “The whole northeast…is suffering.”
I carefully slide down the icy sidewalks of my Maine campus and made my way through the forest of fallen ice-covered branches. Once I reached the parking lot I heard banging, scraping, and yelling. After reaching my snow-covered station wagon, I understood why. “The whole northeast…is suffering.”
I stretched my arm over the top of my car and began to brush the loose snow off the top. My custom imprinted jacket, adorned with the St. Joe’s logo, kept my arm from freezing off in the process. My gloveless hand was curled in a ball hidden in the sleeve as I continued to clear the snow off.
After a few minutes, the layer of fluffy snow was completely gone. Unfortunately, that’s when I had to start with all that scraping, banging, and yelling. “The whole northeast…is suffering.”
Underneath the newly fallen snow was a two-inch-thick ice coating. I uncurled my fist and traced the slippery slopes of my car with my fingertips. All around me I heard huffing and puffing as every ounce of energy was used to plow the ice off of cars. “Now what?” I thought to myself.
Left and right ice scrapers were breaking in half and cars remained in their frozen shells. I pried my door open and sat inside, turning the defrost on to help melt away the ice. I considered how long it would take to turn that ice into puddles on the blacktop. "Forever," I assumed. “The whole northeast…is suffering.”
After stepping out of my car, I looked on as a guy raised his ice scraper over his head and drove it into the ice on his windshield. Tiny clear shattered pieces slid down the hood of his car. Unfortunately they were pieces of his ice scraper, not shattered ice. The frozen water had won the fight and poor guy was ruined. As I watched him begin to beat on the roof of his car, the thought came to me. What if there was an ice scraper so strong, so powerful, and so unbreakable that even this ice couldn’t withstand the scraping. Then it dawned on me.
I skated across the ice in my boots and ran right into my room. There, under the bed, in storage container was my Motivators promotional ice scraper. As I glided back to the parking lot I fastened my grip around the soft black handle and felt invincible. That first scrape dove into the two inches of ice and freed my car from its captor.
I spent the next hour driving my Motivator’s ice scraper into Jeeps, Chevrolets, and BMWs. That ice didn’t stand a chance.
Over a million people lost power due to the ice storm. “The whole northeast…is suffering.”
Well, not me, I’ve got my Motivators ice scraper. The best promotional product for this winter wonderland.