Snowed in with an older woman
Winter afternoons can be so boring. The snow was absolutely flying outside, as was the wind. Perfect day to do nothing I thought, as I performed a half assed pick up of my apartment bedroom. Typical laundry strewn about with some loose change at the foot of the bed where my jeans had landed from the night before. I contemplated what to do with my time before the storm got worse. As I opened the fridge it became quite clear. “Time to hit the grocery store.” I threw on some thick boots, a black sweatshirt and my winter hat, snatched up my keys and headed for the door. I hopped in my big black truck and noticed the plow had just cleared off the street of its first 2 or 3 inches of the storm. …