I brought the ice storm to
Not that I want to take credit for it.
I was in
Brother, it was brutal.
Woke up the next morning with my rent car looking like it had been deep batter dipped for frying. A sheet of ice fell away from the door as I pried it open.
My return flight to
That was Saturday.
Last night, the bitter chill pill was swallowed with a chaser of rain showers and ice chips all over
I had no trouble commuting.
It was the same at the office.
We all arrived with wide-eyed wonderment that we’d actually ventured from our dens and made it to work. I thought it rather interesting, the mix of hardy souls who drove in, aware of the potential dangers, but showing up for duty nonetheless: Two pregnant women, a fella about my age, a temp and a part timer.
Sort of put the rest of the staffers to shame.