Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Not a Happy Yeti


It had finally stopped snowing. My friends and I stared out the café window watching the woman in high heeled boots navigate her way gingerly onto the slippery sidewalk. Actually we were placing bets on how long it would take her to kiss sidewalk. The sudden temperature drop was causing havoc making even the most sensible shoe wearing pedestrian a little extra cautious walking around the city.

I set my cup of hot chocolate down on the table and sent a silent prayer up to the snow gods that the woman would not slip and fall right there in the middle of Mulberry Street. The last thing she needed was an audience scoring her fall and score it we would, besides my money had been on her not to fall. Never under estimate a fashionista, those females can jump double dutch in heels. No joke.

My cell phone rang just as the woman entered the café, I raised my cup in salute to her and she smiled at me. Little did she know she'd just paid for my hot chocolate. I answered my phone, my boyfriend was screeching on the other end. He was livid, he’d expected me to be waiting for him by the train station several blocks away.

why on earth would I be outside in the freezing cold when I was supposed to meet my friends at the nice warm café?

I told him I didn’t recall telling him that I’d meet him at the train station after all his joining my friends and me had been a last minute thing. He continued to argue with me stating that he’d left a message on my voice mail, a message I obviously had not gotten I informed him. He was just winding up I thought to myself and before I got angry I cut him off and told him he was free to join us or make his way home. Either was fine by me.

He was about to launch into another argument when all of a sudden I heard what sounded like wind whipping the phone and then the line went dead. I figured the call had dropped and turned my attention back to my friends. Several minutes later he called again and I was greeted by a torrent of curses followed by “I slipped and fell!” Of course me being me I laughed, him being him didn’t, me being me I laughed even harder and ended our call.

Ten minutes later he stomped into the café still put out. He glowered at me as he approached our table. There was snow in his hair and all over his clothes. From the looks of him he’d obviously landed in a pile of snow and had to roll his way out of it. I struggled to keep my composure.

“Oh look it’s a Yeti!” I joked in reference to his 6ft plus tall snow covered frame. He gave me his best Yurisonofabitch glare, which I promptly dismissed with a beautifuly executed eye roll.

"So uh Yeti been making snow angels have ya?” I asked with a straight face as I handed him the hot chocolate I’d ordered for him. My friends erupted in laughter. He glared some more as he accepted the cup and took a seat next to me. He was not a happy Yeti.

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Posted by @ 12:53 AM
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Thursday, February 15, 2007

I hoped he at least had a scarf.

In lieu of chocolates and flowers Jack Frost decided to give us New Yorkers a winter nor’easter for Valentines Day. It was a wicked wintry mix of snow, sleet and freezing rain and it was fantastic! It wasn’t too cold although the occasional ping of the pelting hail was just a little bit painful. As I rode the bus home I noticed the streets were empty of adults. It seemed like only the very young were on foot. The teens from the local high school spilled out onto the sidewalks it seemed every other one was holding a reminder of Valentines Day. Helium balloons on brightly colored string bobbing in their very own air space. Gift bags decorated bears, cupids, and hearts were the item of the day it seemed. Oh yeah and every other kid seemed to be wearing something red so they all contrasted very nicely with the snow.


Several blocks away from my stop which happens to be the last stop on the route the bus driver asked if I had a light, we were the only ones left on the bus. Luckily for him my friend had left her lighter in my bag. I handed it over to him and watched as he lit a cigarette. Since smoking on buses and trains has been banned ever since I can remember seeing the driver puff away and the cigarette smoke swirling around the empty bus was really odd. The driver was stressed; it was his first day back from vacation he told me. Shit shit shit why hadn’t he taken the extra week. He hated driving in the snow especially in my neighborhood. We’re always the last to see the plows and the salt spreaders. When it snows we’re pretty much on our own.

As I listened to his litany of complaints against the snow and having to drive a mass transit bus in the snow I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him his day was going to be a longggg one but at the same time I just had to admire the beauty of snow and how it made everything it covered look so pretty. I imagined Cupid shaking his fist in the air freezing his semi-naked cherubic ass off in the snow. I hoped he at least had a scarf.

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Posted by @ 9:10 AM
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