as some of you may or may not be aware, chicago got nailed but some crazy snow and ice last night. crazier are the commuters who opted to go into work today instead of playing hookie or simply working from home. call me crazier.
and what a commute it was. i'd say this morning rocketed to a sure spot somewhere in my top 10 worse commutes. let me begin the healing process...
When we first opened up the garage this morning, besides the large amount of unplowed snow, we noticed our friendly neighborhood recycling man. only he wasn't emptying our trash, he was trying to rock the large truck back and forth because he was stuck. and he just happened to be blocking every inch of open driveway. as sarah and i watched the window to catch our first train expire, the truck was able to free himself and he drove off flustered and obviously pissed. missing my train wasn't the part that angered me, it was the fact that he spend a good 20 minutes in our cul-de-sac and the bastard drove off without taking any of our recycling...
now transport yourself to windy nasty downtown. you know what i mean by nasty. dirty streets that simply collect filth are finally given a salt and ice bath by mother nature. thus the streets run black with this ever moving toxic mass people call "slush." keep in mind sarah and i have to navigate through about a mile of sopping crap before getting to work. also keep in mind that i'm a particularly consciencious person who prides himself on being able to notice that standing next to a dry street is good and next to a wet one is bad. well, at jackson and franklin street a series of unfortunate events occured.
1. sarah was able to cross the street but i was cut off by some people and was left behind
2. because i barely missed the light i was the first person right up on the street with people crowded around me
3. i noticed a plow coming pushing not snow but a tsunami of the above mentioned black abyss
4. i managed to avoid the plow's wrath and temporarily let me guard down. whew.
5. and like a 1-2 punch a cabbie hidden from view by the plow sped by and proceeded to splash/pelt/kamahameha several of us in semi-frozen nasty. if it weren't for the small immigrant woman next to me who took the brunt of it, i probably would have turned around and went home. but instead i sit here and write with my cold wet pants that now smell like feet.
is it 5 yet?
