This is a not-at-all poignant photo I took with my phone on the way to work today. I was walking because I take the bus and it only gets me within maybe a half mile of our Airport Way location. As I'm able to type this, you've probably already realized that during the 30 seconds it took for me to removed my glove and snap a photo, my hand did not flash freeze and drop to the ground, shattering on impact. Anyway, we're at work today, or some of us at least. I may start taking odds on whether or not any customers will come in to buy a car. I'll bet a lot of people are wishing they had a nice Mercedes with 4Matic all wheel drive and seat warmers. I know I'd like one; that and a nice cup of hot cocoa would be just about the two sweetest things on a day like today. If we find ourselves in an Ernest Shackleton-esque scenario, at least we have the snack machine to see us through the worst of it. Right now I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping the buses don't stop running. If they do, it's about 2.5 miles of walking in this, uphill, against the wind, backwards, on my hands, with shorts on, patting my head and rubbing my stomach. At least I'll have a tale to foster admiration in my non-existent grandchildren when they complain about eating their vegetables.
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