Snow

I'm outside the other day in front of my workplace clearing some snow. Sweeping the sidewalk. Etc.

I look around...across the street at the sew/vac place are the usual white suspects taking a cigarette break. Across the street is the chinese guy throwing down ice melt. Walking down the sidewalk are two black broads. Walking down the sidewalk from the other direction looked like a hodgepodge of ethnicity walking my way.

I shovel a bit more...and then look up and notice this small ledge that is under my sign. Its piled high with snow. I decided to remove said snow using my push broom (normally I use a longer squee-gee thingy)

So I reach up with the push broom to pull the snow off.

Yup, you guessed it...all the snow came falling down right on me. I was covered. It was all over my sweatshirt...in the hood. All over my hair. My shoes.

I started laughing.

The white sew/vac folks started laughing.

Chinese guy started laughing.

The two black chicks started laughing.

(I'm not sure if the hodgepodge group noticed.)

For about fifteen seconds a bunch of strangers enjoyed laughing at the snow. And at me.


Moral of the story?
 Snow falling on an old white guy is usually funny.


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(the race of the people on the street has no bearing on this story whatsoever....though black broads have great big hearty guffaws!)