With the exception of emergency vehicles, all cars have been ordered off the road.
The biggest deal is no public transportation meaning, New York City is truly shut down. The people that make it work, like the baker at Panera for instance, can’t get here to make my medium sesame with a schmear…sigh.
I’m here drinking muddy coffee with toast, no butter, not quite prepared for a house arrest.
Schools, stores, the stock exchange…all closed…even Neofytos, the deli up the block that never closes,…CLOSED CLOSED CLOSED.
I suppose it’s a time for reflection…to have more respect for Juan the delivery boy and Guillermo who slices my cheese.
They’ll be no mail today, another issue, since I’m expecting checks I can’t cash because the BANKS ARE FUCKING CLOSED. I’m sorry, that just had to come out.
What happened to: neither SNOW nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. All talk, and they wonder why we now get our stamps online.
I’ve been taken hostage by the snow that according to AOL has shifted gears. We won’t be having that avalanche today after all…it has tapered off, but the city is still frozen, pun intended, until further notice…
and so am I.