While running my mid-afternoon errand to the grocery store for ingredients in tonight’s dinner, I overheard a comment from an employee.
“This is bull****.”
“Is it?” I wondered.
We do live in the midwest, after all. It is only early February, after all. Last year it was 50 in January, after all. I wanted to retort, “Would you like a little cheese with that whine?” But, I let him be a curmudgeon.
While at work this morning, everyone commented on the weather. I have talked about the weather as a form of chit-chat numerous times; it is most adults’ go-to small talk topic, myself included. After the third or fourth comment this morning, I decided there would be no more, “Stay warm” or “Take it easy out there” to each person who walked out the door. I started saying what I would say on a non-snowy, mild, sunny day. “Have a good day” or “Take care.” I treated them normally because, after all, this weather is normal.
Maybe I’m in a sour mood about the weather and am masking it by pretending that this weather doesn’t bother me. While trenching my car out this morning, a guy who lives across the street was doing the same. He talked to me like I was a damsel in distress. I hate nothing more than being patronized like this. “Hello, sir. Why yes I have been in snow before, thanks of for your concern. Really, it doesn’t make me melt?…I do have All-Wheel Drive, and yes I might get out my shovel because I want to not because I think I’m stuck. My parents are currently drifted shut in their own house in rural Iowa, I think I can deal.”
So this is my vow of silence – about all complaints weather related.
The qualifications being: I get in an accident, fall an break something, or drop my phone/keys in a drift.