While drinking coffee and reading the paper this morning, I overheard a next-booth cellphone conversation: "The sidestreets here are snowpacked, and the temperature out is twenty-five--and that really sucks."
I hadn't realized that we were in such dire straits. She failed to memtion that: we had received a few inches of much-needed snow; the sun was out; it will be back to fifty in two days; and all the snow will have melted. Guess that didn't match her message.
