I just took a look out the window and saw that the sun is trying to break through the clouds and it's snowing again. It's just some light flurries though there are another 6 inches or so coming Saturday. I don't have any pictures to post. How many pictures can you post of great lumps of snow getting larger? I have no desire to go places where the scenes are picturesque. My car looks like a glazed crueler with powdered sugar liberally sprinkled upon it. Did I say cruelar? They are not called cruelars any more at Dunkin' Donuts. They are called glazed sticks which is appropriate since that's exactly what they taste like. A stick. Their coffee is ok but the donuts, the original intent of the company have taken a back seat and have become mass produced bland, lumps of tasteless feathery air. Well as I often do, I have gone way off topic. Then again, I have no topic.
As soon as our latest "snow event" ends (oh give me a break) I will go out and clean the residue of the "snow event" (formely known as snow) off my car so I won't have to do it tomorrow at 6 a.m. At least those are my plans.
I learned, listening to the radio this morning, that some parking lot attendents working at government (state) owned lots make over $100,000 a year. Oh wait their not called parking lot attendents any more. They're called "Parking Utility Technicians" (Another break please!) You gotta love the language police. You could call me a parking lot attendent for a hundred grand. Do you have to attend a 4 year university to tell somebody, "Put it over there." Somebody in a coma could do this job. Just a thought.
Let's see, what else is annoying me. Well seeing that we have all the snow, the roads are much more narrow. Parking is a large problem. You can't go visit anyone unless they have a driveway. But most annoying to me are the people riding their bikes. I realize that for some people it's their only mode of transportation. I will cut them a break. You can recognize these people by how the're dressed and the type of bikes they have. It's the Tour de France wannabe's that really tick me off. I know I've gone off on these pompous clowns before but I would have hoped they would disapear during all our recent "snow events" but alas these spandex clad, remarkably stupid people insist upon putting their lives in your hands. Yes I know it's legal and there's nothing I can do about it but that doesn't mean I have to like it. My choices? Bowing to their meanderings and letting them have run of the road or running them over when they stray into my path or fall off their bikes because they hit an icy patch. Then we have the people who are training for the Boston Mararthon. You want to run? Go to a track! Get off the frikin' road!
And in conclusion, yesterday a gentleman with a thick Irish accent came to my counter and asked for a "tird of a pound of honey ham."
I'm outta here.