Yes yes, I know. The poor people of Buffalo have it a gazillion times worse (or, to be very precise, twenty-four times worse than our three inches). But when you are nine months pregnant waddling along on un-shoveled sidewalks or scraping your car to go to a doctor’s appointment, it doesn’t seem out of place to be peeved.
By the by, my labmate was arranging an ice-skating get-together and invited me along. I immediately declined. She seemed puzzled for a minute before exclaiming, ”Ohhhhh!”
Also, my doctor was absolutely not amused by that story.