Goodness, I do hate the snow.
And we received plenty of it Sunday and overnight into Monday morning--
And it is supposed to last all day.
The weathermen kept on pushing the time when we would finally get snow, and after a relatively peaceful day on Saturday, it took until mid-afternoon to get the snow machine blowing on Sunday.
And yes, my son, the cart attendant, had to work through all of this.
When I drove him to work, there were dozens of carts all over the place.
On Sundays, he usually works alone, so the carts were not only in the stall, but in the middle of the parking lot and really, all over the place.
When people see snow, they panic, and within that panic, they get awfully lazy, and they just place the carts wherever.
At a little after 5 p.m. on Sunday, I texted my son, asking him if and when the store would be closing due to there being at least an inch of two on the ground at that time.
He said he did ask his manager, but they simply didn't know when--or if--they would be closing early.
Whenever they would close, I would have to pick up my son, so I really needed to know.
But like my wife said, all these places care about is the all-mighty buck, and if people are stupid enough to do food shopping in a blizzard, if the store is already open, they aren't going to close so quickly.
So with a couple of inches on the ground--and with the authorities begging people to stay off the roads--I had to go out and get him, about two hours early.
I really felt bad for him, bad that he had to work under these conditions--
But at least he got paid for working, so when this snow is just a memory--temperatures are supposed to rise and we are slated for a couple of rainy days later in the week--at least he will get a paycheck for his efforts.
But anyway, I went to pick my son up, driving through some of the worst conditions I can ever remember.
Visibility was near zero, the snow was coming down so steadily and hard that there were no lanes on the road, and although a normally short trip, it seemed like it took me eons to go back and forth.
The snow ...
For this reason and for many others, I simply despise the snow, and I have hated the white stuff every since we moved to Long Island, and I had to clear our walk when we lived in a house.
Now, I am only responsible for my car, but I hate it even more than I did when I was younger, because as you get older, this stuff gets even more annoying than it was when you were younger.
I can't be bothered with this nonsense, but I guess that I have to be bothered by it, because that is the way it is.
I just love when people get interviewed on the local news and they say that they absolutely "love" the snow.
These are people who never picked up a shovel in their lives, never used a snowblower, and certainly never had to clean off their car.
They certainly wouldn't "love" the snow then ...
They would abhor it just like I do.
I don't know how much snow we are getting--as I am writing this, it continues to snow, snow, and snow some more--but we could get upwards of two feet of this stuff.
I sure hope not, because it will bury us in but good.
And my son has a dental appointment later today, but you just know that that ain't happening.
In the early evening on Sunday, the local Newsday newspaper sent out an email message to subscribers that they would not be delivering today, instead combining delivery of the Monday and Tuesday newspapers into one delivery tomorrow.
Funny, when I was an adult deliverer more than 30 years ago, there was absolutely no such thing, and we had to pick up the newspapers at the depot and deliver them in the most horrid circumstances.
I remember a little more than 30 years ago, we had a similar blizzard in January--I think we received 26 inches of the white stuff back then--and I had to deliver each and every newspaper to each and every home on my route.
It took forever, but I did it--
And people complained that they received the early edition of The New York Times, without the scores from the previous day of sports, and I heard back from them with complaints like you would not believe.
Heck, they got a newspaper ... give me some slack for that, why dontcha!
But that was then, this is now, and I absolutely despise the snow.
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain--
But no more snow!
I have had enough, so please, Mother Nature, have some pity!






