Popsicle Salad

Finally some snow here this morning to go along with our uncomfortably cold temperatures. The weather guy is predicting a high of 1 for Thursday. That should be fun. Yesterday the town was decorated by thin sheets of ice, which left me in a very uncomfortable spot with my mailman as I hadn’t any salt to put down. If I don’t put some down today, he’s sure to write me a nasty note or worse, lose my christmas packages in some dumpster as he curses our house. He probably wouldn’t think twice about smashing our packages, “Sorry about your smashed package sir, but you see, I SLIPPED ON YOUR ICE!!”

Yesterday, I came out of a meeting downtown to my car that was parked at a meter. There was a car parked in front of mine and car parked in back. Then there was a huge delivery truck parked on the side of my car, effectively boxing me in. If this was summer, I probably would have shrugged my shoulders and wandered up to a coffee house, returning later without incident. But this is not summer and that’s not what happened. I was cold and livid. I finally saw the delivery guy trying to come out of a building. He was carrying a huge box covered in big bold face ‘fragile’ stickers. I put aside my scrooge face for a second and tried to give him a hand with the door. He just looked at me with a devil face, pushed the cart out the door and then took a sharp turn. And then this is where the box falls off the cart and all you hear is this this awful sound like a crystal chandelier falling thirty feet onto a marble floor. Oh man it was awful. I cringed for like a minute. But the delivery guy doesn’t even seem to notice. Just shoves the box back on the cart and gets it ready to put in his truck. Reminded me of that Jim Carry movie where he’s a UPS guy playing soccer with someone’s fragile package. Takes the guy about another five minutes to move his truck. Oh Merry Merry – I need to go buy some salt.