I never used to. Now the company I work for moved to Jericho on Wrong Island. Wrong Island is a godforsaken land of strip malls and highways. They do not shovel the sidewalks here. The last snow is piled 4 feet high on the sidewalks. And I’m prone to falling.
Give me the city, where it is against the law to leave the snow in front of your house. Where the snow doesn’t even have the nerve to stick most of the time. Where the trains don’t all just stop because of a little white stuff. The Wrong Island Railroad will make me late on Monday, I’m sure.
I’d put this in the Pit, but it’s not much of a rant and I don’t feel like cursing.