The first time i anticipated it. We were long over due. Its New York. Whats New York without the occasional snow day. But now it’s going on some 2-4 new inches every week and we’re not talkin’ growing boys. Enough is enough already, im over it now. I don’t even ski. It’s gotten so bad that i’ve started sleeping with my cellphone under my pillow as my alarm set to go off an hour before i would normally get up for work. This was so i had enough time to call my job and ask if i needed to show up, without disturbing my current coma. Straight to voice-mail, “Frank it’s Jemel-Are we working?-No, okay see ya tomorrow-click!”
I can sleep Spring, Summer, Fall but in the Winter I hibernate. The cold brings the Yogi outta’ me. And much like Yogi i hate waking up for anything other than snatching picnic baskets or butt buffing a squirrel. Working is at the very bottom of the list especially in single digit climate driving a kidnapper van in a snowstorm, on icy roads to drop off 20 reams of paper to an office that’s closed . No thanks. The down side is days i don’t work is a day i don’t get paid which makes the months pretty tight. Now I’m 25 and i know where my mom was coming from. Doing what you have to’ do to do what you wanna’ do. Snow is the only precipitation i know that will take dump on your entire day and make you move it. You go to sleep not a flake in sight. You wake up it looks like March of the Penguins outside. Depending on whether your job puts your life above profits which most cases not you will have to drive in that shit and will probably see 3-4 cars slid off on an angle in opposite lanes of traffic with their hazzard lights flashing on your way there.
When we were kids a snow day was awesome. I’d hop outta’ bed in my superman footie pj’s at the first sight of snow. Then i would run to the television and put it on channel 12 and watch the school closing list. Just waiting to see Martin Luther King Elementary scroll across. Always felt like it took forever. You can swear every school in the world is off but yours, or my mother would tell me to get dressed for school cuz’ she wasn’t half the believer i was. Then I see it and scream, “SNOW DAY!!” and sprint down the hall. “Snow day-yeah yeah, No school today –Yeah Yeah, Its time to play- yeah yeah– followed by “Jemel! Shut the noooiiiisse!!” Mommy just mad she gotta’ wake up in 2 hrs and shovel 7 inches just to warm her car up. Thats what she gets for not believing in the power of Snow Day, Wendy’s don’t close.
But for me it was all about switchin’ into my Long John shivers, my K Mart snow suit and my Osh Kosh Galoshes and throw snowballs at the delivery trucks as they drove by. Try to make a snow Ninja Turtle. I didn’t get to sled down the big hills but i had a rubbermaid trash lid and 6 steep steps with a short walk way guarded by the front gate. Bad idea, but fun all the same. I can’t feel my fingers and toes-whateva’. Snot running outta’ my nose, i didn’t care, wipe it right on my sleeve and keep it movin’. Might lick it-mmmm energy! When my body couldn’t take it I’d run inside and watch Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers with a bowl of oatmeal and cocoa. Then run back outside and do it all again.
Not anymore. You already accepted the fact you’re gonna’ be late to work cuz’ theres no way in hell you’re rushing around in this mess. You figure they want you there so bad then they can wait. You’re right! So now you gotta layer up. Tshirt, under the thermal, under the sweater, under the hooded sweatshirt under the windbreaker under your bomber jacket looking like an insulated everlasting gobstopper. Then your 3 pairs of pants and 4pairs of socks. If “The Day After Tomorrow” happened today you’d be ready. Search around a good 15 mins for your keys throw your boots on and grab your snow scra–damnit you left it in the car. SHIT!
Now you gotta shovel your way to your car door and knock the snow off with your forearm. Clear the snow from the key whole, unlock the door and get in..Damn! The locks froze. You can’t be serious. Now you twistin’ your key back in forth tryin’ not to break it off in the damn thing till you finally get it unlocked. You pull the handle but the door doesn’t budge. Now you’re yanking at it till you almost fly back and bust your ass on the sidewalk. After all that work you have a seat. Stick your key in the ignition, flick your wrist-tic tic followed by the sound of a car engine with influenza, bronchitis, and strep throat at once. Not now it’s too cold for this shit–tic tic-cr-crr-cccrrrraaannnkk it up… Yessss!
You grab the scraper and start brushing off the snow. Then you realize you didn’t leave your wipers up so their frozen to your windshield. Now you can’t get the full motion intense scrape action you want. So now you gotta be firm yet careful so you don’t snap the damn things. It shouldn’t be this hard. You’ve been out here 15 mins now and the ice still isn’t coming off. Duh you forgot to put the defrost on. Not only that you forgot to turn the heat on also. Your car feels like you sat in a gas guzzling igloo. You step back out and continue clearing off the rest of you windows and shoveling around your car and as you’re doing that a fucking snow plow throws a whole batch of salted slushy street snow all over you, your work clothes, and where you just shoveled. MotherF*cker!
Now you’re pissed off cuz’ you gotta go back inside and change while your car is heating up. As you storm off in utter annoyance you just happen to miss that strip of black ice under your next step-Bblooooop! You’re on your ass. The mailman looking at you, neighbors kids laughing, your hand hurt and you feel like you might have broke your ass bone. Now you limping/waddling/shuffling the rest of the way back to the house.
While you’re getting yourself together and rubbing your ass you’re cursing out everybody and everything. The weatherman for not showing more concern in his voice when giving the report or else maybe your boss might have felt more. sympathetic. Everybody that’s sitting at home watching the price is right and reality show reruns all day in their drawz’ while you risk life and limb just trynna’ start your piece of shit car can suck a big snowball ’till they catch a brain freeze. Just relax. Another 20 mins and a cup of coffee and you’re ready to go back out there. Your hand still stings a bit and your ass will probably bruise but you’re ready to get back in the game.
You step outside and survey the entire landscape and happy feet shuffle all the way back to your vehicle. Scrape and brush the remainder off your windshield and take a seat in your car. You put your foot on the brake and throw your car in drive, hit the gas and vvvvvrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!! Tire just spinning and burning. Let’s try reverse…vvvrrreeeeewww!! Drive…vvvrrreeeeewww!! Reverse…vvvrrreeeeewww!! Drive…vvvrrreeeeewww!! WTF i quit I’m calling the job and telling them I’m stuck in a ditch somewhere, my car died, i got caught under an avalanche, it don’t matter. They can fire me for all i care Shiiiiitttt I’m taking my ass back to bed. I just don’t have love for the snow since it became so much damn work.