The events I'm about to explain are not embellished or exaggerated (sp?) in any way.

Because of the amount of luggage Brad and I had, I told Brad to get the bags while I hopped the shuttle bus to long term parking to get our car. I'm standing outside waiting for the shuttle, and this perfectly normal looking business man in his late 30's comes outside to wait for the shuttle too. Him and I are the only ones standing out there. He walks right up next to me and starts doing these bizarre pelvic-thrusting stretches and making all these really animated "stretching noises" (I wish I could actually demonstrate on here what he was doing, because it was totally hilarious). I gave him a look like he was crazy, and took a few steps away from him. He stopped, took a few steps closer to me, and continued his weird stretching. I was about to tell him how much he was creeping me out, but then the shuttle bus drove up.
I get on the bus, and sit right up front, and put my briefcase and purse next to me so creepy-stretchy-guy can't sit next to me. And what does he do? He sits down as close to my bags as he can, and then puts his arm around me!! I look at him and ask him what the fuck he's doing... and he smiles, removes his arm, and then leans onto my bags. I'm about to start yelling, when our bus driver catches my attention. She's wearing a surgical mask, and is frantically wiping down everything in her reach with those antibacterial wet-wipes with both her hands. The only passangers on the bus are me, stretchy-creep, and this really old guy who is apparently in a near comotose state and noticing nothing out of the ordinary.
I'm totally facinated by the panicked cleaning frenzy of the bus driver- but am jarred back into reality when she shuts the bus doors and hits the gas. And when I say "hit the gas", I mean she was going about 60 miles an hour (in a 35mph lane... and keep in mind, we're in a bus driving on icy and snowy roads)... I could see the speedometer, so I know how fast we were going. And she never stopped wiping down everything she could reach with those damn wet-wipes.

Here's where it gets weird. As we were speeding towards the long term parking lot, a snow plow was coming towards us in the other direction, and shooting tidal waves of slush to either side of it. As it passed us, all the slush hit the winshield of the bus and made all visibility impossible... and the busdriver screamed at the top of her lungs. And not just a little yelp... but a full blown horror-movie style "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!". And all 3 of us passengers answered with screams as well. She then slams on the brakes, stops the bus, and just sits there starring straight ahead not moving a muscle. We must have sat there for a full 2 minutes in full silence (i don't think any of us really knew what to do with this crazy lady).
After a lifetime of silence, the bus driver carefully took off her surgical mask, threw her wet wipes into a little plastic bag that was next to her, and began driving again. But this time, the speedometer didn't go over 5 miles per hour. What would have been a 3 minute drive took over 10 minutes. My stop was the first one, and as she slowly creeped towards it, she screamed literally at the top of her lungs "STOP NUMBER ONE!!!!"- which it was odd for her to scream like that because we were all sitting no further than 3 feet from her. I jumped up and said "that's me", and started towards the front door. She then mumbled something, and when I asked her to repeat what she had said she screamed again at the top of her lungs "USE THE BACK DOOR!!!". I said "ok!ok!" and rushed towards the back door- fully terrified of her at this point. And as I'm getting off the bus, I hear her say very sweetly and normally "have a nice day!".
So all that was odd.

Then I go to get my car.
And I find that it's the only one in it's row, and it is completely buried in snow from the snow plows having pushed all the snow up next to it. It was almost like it was done intentionally as some prank. I had to climb up a snow bank, and could barely get the door open enough to get in. I started it and sat there for a minute, and then said "fuck it"... I hit the gas and slammed it into reverse and somehow got out (fortunatly I was driving my new big car and not our teeny-tiny little 2 door, or else I'd still be there).

Then, when we were literally minutes from our house I get a phone call from my mom who was at our house waiting there with my son.
The conversation went as follows:
Mom: "Kristen, your basement is flooded."
Me: "Mom, I've been up since 4am, haven't eaten, and just dealt with crazy people... don't mess with me."
Mom: "Honey, there is 6 inches of rising water in your basement. And your cats have pooped on the rugs."
Me: "FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!"

Low and behold, a pipe had burst in our basement (where the cat's litter boxes are), and there really was over 6 inches of water down there. And comically, the cats litter boxes were floating around like little poop-boats (hence the cat shit on the floor... the poor fellas had held it in for god knows how long).
So now everything that was in our basement is ruined. The water has been pumped out- but it's so horrifying down there that I just want to board it up down there and never look back.

I am never leaving the house again.
And I now have a fear of bus drivers. And people wearing surgical masks. And anti-bacterial wipes. And stretching men. And cold weather.

I'm going to bed now.