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Snow: The Day After

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It came down pretty good last night. There were the requisite Snow-N00bs stuck on the side of the road this morning. Also, new to me, there were the Snow Lost, those sad, abandoned souls lined up at the bus stop waiting for a bus that would never come; these ghost riders of the public transportation system milled about aimlessly, corralled in by the snow and A0 advertising posters.

I trudged my way through the cleared lanes in our little neighborhood street. The sidewalks were still piled high at 7:00AM, and considering the improbability that anyone around here owns a snow shovel, they will probably stay that way until the thaw next April. I passed by about a dozen disoriented little old ladies on the way into the office, and they all looked so similar that I started feeling an uncomfortable déja vu each time. The last said to me, “Are ye goin’ to th’ college luv? I think it’s clooosed.” She must have been snow-blind to think that I was a college student.

But I made it to the office, unlike 90% of my lazy bastard co-workers, who all appended “-wfh” to their nicknames in IRC, for “work from home”. But with the snow do fall the IQs; the people to whom I should be providing an example of leadership stood around most of the day, staring out the window and giggling at the white drifts. One of them even went outside and built a snowman.

I guess snow is nice to look at, and makes for pleasant diversion for those of us with busy lives to lead.

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