When snowflakes fall,

A whole pile of snow dumped over my little world in a short period of time, really got me thinking about society, human behavior and all that fun, light-hearted stuff.

Here’s a look into my moderately sane internal dialogue as I walked the snow-torn streets of Philadelphia:

Why do people, including myself, secretly rejoice in not being able to get to work and delight in watching the snow fall, only to get all stressed that we can’t get to work?

Why is it only okay for kids to enjoy the snow days?

This is actually kind of cool. Mama nature’s nudge of us to be still, rest for a time. What else can you do?

But I don’t think that I would eat the snow out here like when I was a kid.

Okay, maybe just the off-white piles.

Why are there only two types of snow drivers – the snails that you can walk faster than, and the belligerent SUVs who believe they control the universe?

Well whatever, Al Gore and Global Warming will make those bastards pay...

Are you seriously planning to maneuver out of that snow bank while on your cell phone?

Zack Morris called and he wants his cell phone back. I need a new, smarter cell phone.

Are you really considering walking over that icy patch with 4-inch heels and …on your cell phone?

Is that stupid or should I give you props?

There are two kinds of people – those who lend you their snow shovel and those who will hit you with one.

We sure are lucky to have a place to sleep in this frigid weather. I wish that guy did too.

Where will we put all this snow? If all of the inhabitants of the city just started eating it, we would not have a problem. Then again, we might all be dead.

The city says they are losing money in doing all of this plowing. Well wouldn’t they lose more money in lawsuits, etc if they didn’t? Especially since silly ass people are jogging and biking over the snow mounds and through ice puddles.

Dress codes at work should be casual until all the snow melts.

Any town that gets a decent amount of snow must find us hysterically pathetic.

I must look quite amusing roaming the streets in my red rubber boots, fuzzy green hat, and white (now beige) earmuffs.

And frankly, I don’t care because warmth is priceless….