me
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Dear Romance
I woke up to find tons of snow everywhere this morning. It took the whole city by surprise and since I LOATHE the snow, this news only served to make me even grumpier than I already was.
I finally got out of my house and onto the very un-plowed road where I had the joy of following behind every car and or truck whose heart was melted by the snow and therefore decided that stopping for any pedestrian who wished to cross the street in the middle of the road (AND NOT THE CROSSWALK) was a way of appeasing the snow gods. Kindness to pedestrians is fine but then the rest of the vehicles behind you have to stop and slide and wait while you shamelessly wave on the walker. Here's something, you humans! If you are walking, and you choose to not go down the road to the crosswalk, I do not feel sorry for you having to wait to cross the street. That is part of the walking gig. I have to wait for lights to change and stop signs and NOW for truckers who mistakenly think that if they stop their cars for the sweet girl in the cute, knit cap she will spell out her phone number in the snow bank and they have a chance at love. You are wrong, trucker. And you are dumb, cute, knit-cap girl.
See? Grumpy.
In an effort to minimize the grump, I stopped by the Starbucks on the way to work. Well, it's not really on the way but I had feelings to eat and I was already 40 minutes late at this point. I figured I may as well be late with a yummy cappuccino.
On my way into the 'bucks, I saw a young couple, passionately kissing each other goodbye. White flakes around them, bundled up in sweaters and coats and each other. Stopping for a minute but then giving one more last kiss before parting. I thought to myself:
"I would never let anyone kiss me in this weather."
me
I finally got out of my house and onto the very un-plowed road where I had the joy of following behind every car and or truck whose heart was melted by the snow and therefore decided that stopping for any pedestrian who wished to cross the street in the middle of the road (AND NOT THE CROSSWALK) was a way of appeasing the snow gods. Kindness to pedestrians is fine but then the rest of the vehicles behind you have to stop and slide and wait while you shamelessly wave on the walker. Here's something, you humans! If you are walking, and you choose to not go down the road to the crosswalk, I do not feel sorry for you having to wait to cross the street. That is part of the walking gig. I have to wait for lights to change and stop signs and NOW for truckers who mistakenly think that if they stop their cars for the sweet girl in the cute, knit cap she will spell out her phone number in the snow bank and they have a chance at love. You are wrong, trucker. And you are dumb, cute, knit-cap girl.
See? Grumpy.
In an effort to minimize the grump, I stopped by the Starbucks on the way to work. Well, it's not really on the way but I had feelings to eat and I was already 40 minutes late at this point. I figured I may as well be late with a yummy cappuccino.
On my way into the 'bucks, I saw a young couple, passionately kissing each other goodbye. White flakes around them, bundled up in sweaters and coats and each other. Stopping for a minute but then giving one more last kiss before parting. I thought to myself:
"I would never let anyone kiss me in this weather."
me
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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