"Psycho Spring." I said aloud to a passing man who, like me, was dressed for the near seventy degree temps of yesterday instead of for today's snowstorm, and who, like me, was visually displeased about it.
"No global warming my ASS." He answered buttoning up his coat, retrieving a wooly hat from an inner pocket. We were simpatico.
"Well don't put your summer stuff away yet, it'll probably be eighty tomorrow." I said sourly as we passed each other.
"No shit! Probably will be." he called back, adding, "Fucking pigeons, fucking weather pigeons! I gotta go to court. That bitch be after my car."
With that, we parted ways.
Posted by Antigeist at April 5, 2006 11:52 AMhatred of the weather can be shared with just about anybody. i therefore tentatively applaud bad weather, if only because it made this post possible.
Posted by: anne at April 5, 2006 01:12 PM