It’s Finally Not Snowing!
The snow is melting. Yea. The cold I can handle. Throw on an extra layer and I’m good. It’s the never-ending snowfall that wears on the mind. Day after day after day. And it has to go somewhere. That’s when things get dangerous and funny.
They get dangerous because the snow-bergs at the end of drives get too large for anyone to see around, making driving on the right (meaning both direction and correct) side of the road hazardous. No one can see anyone else pulling out.
Things get funny because all of the snow gets plowed to the edges of the parking lots, thereby eliminating those spaces altogether. I noticed this at work. I park on the western end of the lot. I looked at how I parked. I was perfectly between the lines, but the lines were only about two feet long. My car’s ass was sticking way out. It looked comical to me, for some reason. I now park in the back facing a different direction, awaiting the day when the snow masses have retreated and given me my space back. But now at least the snow has melted sufficiently to even see the lines. What a refreshing change.
Not going anywhere is driving people nuts, between the weather and the pandemic. I went to Applebee’s a couple of Fridays ago after work. There were no tables available, so I sat in the only available space–at the bar. I ate my fish and chips in peace, but the place was packed as much as legally possible, 25% capacity. Even if the whole world dies, people are just tired of not going anywhere. I know the feeling.