You know, an altered center of gravity (thanks, Vegas), plus snow-dusted icy walkways (thanks, Grumpy Old Man Winter) is a recipe for disaster.  I’m a pretty careful walker, anyhow, when it’s icy outside, but throw in some off-balance and the fear of falling down and busting something loose brings on a whole new level of anxiety.  Oh, how I wish folks and businesses would plow their sidewalks and toss down a little salt for good measure.  I know it’s cold, and snowy, and icy, and your shovel broke, and more is coming, and your vagina is sandy… but it would make this pregnant lady in particular feel a whole lot more safe walking the 20 minutes uphill and downhill to her car before and after work.  For once, I have to put aside my butch tendencies and hold onto my wife’s arm instead of offering mine to her as we walk along.  The humanity.


Posted on February 9, 2010, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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