|Posted on January 25, 2019 at 6:25 PM|
I'm coming for you, old man.
When I was a kid, I hated you. Chilled by the slightest breeze, I dreaded your arrival and yearned for your departure. Now that I'm an adult and have a little more insulation than I used to, you're not so bad. 20 degrees? Bah! Builds character!
Knowing the days get a little longer after December 21 makes you easier to take. Even if you like to hang around past March 21 and influence spring. (Spring was always a weak-minded floozy, let's not kid ourselves.)
But -3F with a windchill of -21F is taking things a bit far, don't you think? Especially since our lazy populace can't be arsed to frickin' shovel a walking path after a lousy four frickin' inches of snow so there's a layer of ice literally everywhere we step. But never mind that.
The real issue isn't slip hazards. It's not the threat of frostbite. It's literacy. You know full well I'm reading three books at once. One at home, one on my lunch break, and one on the train.
Which I'm not taking now. Because everyone knows when the temperature gets stupid low (ahem) you shouldn't leave your car sitting dormant for days at a time. So thanks to you, I'm behind in my reading.
I did not enjoy pulling every muscle digging out of Snowpocalypse '11 (and again in '15). I didn't even *dream* of bothering you with a letter campaign. I mean...I did get two days off work each time.
It seems you and Mr. Groundhog might have some sort of agreement?
Not that I'm suggesting anything, you understand.
I'm merely lodging a complaint. I'd rather not go to your superiors. I'm sure we can work something out without ever getting them involved.
I hope you come to the right decision.
~Chilly in Chicago
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