Even if you are just driving to the gym to run on a treadmill and then driving back home.
Stuff like this can happen at any time, even when your momma just drove home on this exact same route less than an hour earlier and it was completely clear.
We got out of the car and tried to move it. No luck. We got a few of the larger limbs off the road, but the main trunk was still completely across the road. We tried to call my mom, but no cell service.
So we pondered what we should do. Me in no pants, no gloves, no scarf, borrowing hubby's hat. Hubby in pants, gloves, another hat he had in his pocket, the works.
Fortunately, within half an hour or so (we were actually weighing our options -- get out and walk home (less than a mile probably, but no pants for me), drive back to town and try to load a map on our phones with an alternate route, drive back to town and call the police), a car came from the other direction. He stopped and all three of us tried to move the trunk.
Honestly, I really do think the three of us were stronger than the average 3 people passing that point in the road on a given day, but no. It didn't move at all.
So the guy said he'd go home and get a chainsaw and come back. He was on his way to work. I'm guessing there was an alternate route he could have taken, but being a kind soul, he was true to his word and he was back in about 15 or so minutes.
While I sat in the running car and learned a valuable lesson about why we wear pants.