*Update: I googled. It's a chain. Now we all know.
At the ass-crack of dawn this morning, while most northern New Yorkers were pissing and moaning about the snow, I was marveling at the Winter Wonderland as I drove back home after dropping Dan off at work. So white! So pretty! So crisp and clean! It's like living inside a Peppermint Pattie!
|NOT the first ever lesbian cartoon character Peppermint Patty, because that would be wrong. And not cool and crisp.|
|GET OUT OF MY HEAD, BITCH!!!|
|Ahhhh yes... here we go.|
(Random fact: Did you know that Mt. Marcy is the highest point in New York state? Me neither. But when Dan told me, I kept having a visual of Mt. Rushmore, only with the Peanut's Gang carved into it. I found this to be freaking hilarious as we drove through the Adirondacks. Dan didn't get it or find me amusing. Asshole. I had to explain who Marcy was and why it was funny. I hate that. P.S. Dear New York, Mt. Marcy is more of a slight hill than a mountain, fyi. Love, Dani.)
|Marcy. Now picture her head carved in stone on Mt. Rushmore. Funny, right? No? Just me then?|
(Remember the time I totally lost my train of thought?)
Anyway, as I was driving home admiring the twinkling loveliness that is snow I remembered that I needed to pick up ingredients at the store for dinner tonight. Rather than make another trip out I decided to stop on my way home at...
*cue shark music from Jaws*
The Big M.
I know... I know!!! When will I ever learn!!!
I did my quick toodle around the store tossing a few things into the eensy-teensy mini shopping cart that The Big M deems appropriate and reasonable while listening to the locals bitch and complain about the weather.
Oh, this goddamn snow! they all said. Well, I guess winter is here now! Six more months of this! Blah blah blah piss and moan!!
Idiots, I thought to myself. You have NO idea how glorious this is.
Feeling smug and superior to them, I paid for my groceries and skee-daddled back out to my car. As I opened the car door I simultaneously lost control of my left foot on a slippery patch of ice, slid into a deep split and dropped both of my bags, watching my purchases scatter all over the disgustingly snowy, salty parking lot as I literally landed face-first on the front seat of my car.
Son. Of. A. BITCH.
You know what hurts?
Icy shards of snow that have been covered with rock salt scraping the skin off of your bare palms.
It hurts like a red hot Mother.
You know what else hurts?
Your pride, when one of your feet flies behind you and perfect strangers stand idly by, watching you lose all of your dignity and your groceries as you land like an uncoordinated sack of cement on the pavement, right before their very eyes.
And as you scramble back to your feet and skid all over the parking lot collecting all the shit that fell out of your purse (because you're too stupid to zip it up after you take out your keys) and chase down two rogue jars of spaghetti sauce, not one of them stops staring... or makes a move to offer assistance.
All I can hope for is that I'm invisible and they didn't actually see me.
Yeahhhh... I think I'll go with that.
|Yes. Yes, they do.|