At about seven or so this morning, the woman from the duplex down the block went out to brush off her station wagon (all this was observed from the comfort of my couch). Someone was with her, but his job was to stand in the center of the street "directing". A bit later, they drove away.
As I was coming in from clearing off my car and moving it just now, they returned. I had to pass them to get home, and remarked (pleasantly, because huge snow dumps tend to bring people together) "Wow, look at this, and the worst is yet to come." This got me a surly smile from the grizzly-like man, who clutched a twelve pack of Miller High Life to his chest as if his (high) life depended on it.
They had been gone about an hour and a quarter - in these conditions, enough time to make it to the closer of the groceries with liquor departments, park, purchase and trek home. My only question - what liquor department was already open at eight in the morning?
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