I live in Chicago. We had a blizzard 1 week ago. I’m tired of the snow. Tired of hearing, talking, shoveling, seeing, all things snow. I am not writing about the snow. I am writing about, people. I am getting tired of them too!
You see, for a day or 2 after the blizzard, there was a feeling of camaraderie around, everyone outside, shoveling, digging out, amazed, and laughing, at the amount of snow that got dumped on us. People having a grown-up snow day staying home from work, what fun.
It was fun while it lasted, but I guess the clock stuck 12:00, the ball is over Cinderella. You can feel it in the air.
Hey neighbor! Ya think it would kill you to shovel an inch over your sidewalk and onto mine? God forbid you ”accidentally” remove a teaspoon of snow from my property. And hey, while you’re salting your icy sidewalk, make sure that not one single grain of salt lands over that property line. And also, thank you so much for not snowblowing out my parking spot while I went to work. It was great that you took an additional day off of work to clean out your parking spot with that new snowblower you were just telling me about. I was glad to come home from work and able to start shoveling away the snow that began mounting up from the traffic on our street that day! Why so ignorant?
See, I didn’t write about snow!
Passive-aggressive blog posts for the win!
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