Snow Blows

Winter decided to have one last blast before Spring comes to take his place.  Yeah, winter is so annoying it has to be a man, not to mention, one who belongs in rehab if you could see what’s falling. Flakes the size of hankies waving from the sky as the little fucker, hopefully, finally takes flight.

New York is basically closed for the day if you don’t count the 24 hour places that are eternally open, God help the snow shift who will man their counters like a telethon.

I naturally, despite wild winds, went out foraging for coffee, Starbucks looking like an abandoned movie set. Not one to fight the inevitable, trudging to Hot and Crusty, the only place open whose coffee lives up to it’s name.

So I sat beneath lights brighter than a bowling alley in the company of Pedro, mopping the floor, and a hooker putting on her fake eyelashes.

Think Time Square in a snow globe.

Pedro, whose zipper was down, changed my mind about ordering a glazed donut.  How could I tell a 4 foot 11 kid, the candy store was open, as my mother would put it, when he hasn’t slept since he left Mexico, along with his mop he’s now singing to.

Mind your own business Susannah, and try not to look.

Then the hooker said, “do these look natural?” Meaning her eyelashes that were now fastened to her lids like clam shells.  “Yes they do,” I said, and they could also be used as fly swatters. No I didn’t say that part.  I smiled and actually admired her efforts to look her best after a hard night’s work, and in inclement weather no less.

I then wandered to all the all-night CVS, where I met Juanita, the little Latino woman I see most mornings in Starbucks waiting by the door.

“Good morning,” I said.

“I wait fa Sta-boooks to oo-pan,” she said, staring at it’s windows like a Marine on a reconnasiance mission.

Having just run into Julie, the Barista, who said, since no one showed up but her, she was going home, having to break the news to Juanita who lives for her daily ham and cheese breakfast sandwich on a croissant.

“Hot and Crusty is open,” I said cheerfully.

“NO NO…NO HOT N CROOOSTY.” And could you blame her since you could plug a hole with their Columbian Blend.

“It’s either them or nothing Juanita, and it’s only one day. All will be back to normal tomorrow.”

This did not help.

I left her still staring out the window while I went home with my array of snow supplies including Snickers, Ice-cream and Oreos, because hey…what else do you really need on a snow day besides the willingness to enjoy it.   images

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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29 Responses to Snow Blows

  1. Steve says:

    We dodged most of the predicted snow! (Just rubbing it in 😉 ). I would say your morning was ‘brighter’ because you did not see the “man who comes into Starbucks I’d like to kill.  He doesn’t even have coffee, just comes in, sits down and talks on his phone.” And best of all, you have Snickers, Ice-cream and Oreos!

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    • It takes so little to make me happy. I’m here sprawled in my favorite chair reading surrounded by Snicker wrappers. I was told in a comment I should have more feeling for the man I’d like to kill. Aye…hope they go read someone they approve more of. Thanks for reading…:)

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  2. Hal & Kate says:

    Great little story!

    Hal Rubenstein from my iPhone

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  3. I wondered what you would do with a snow day. Thanks for writing about it. Made me Snicker.

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  4. We didn’t get as much as predicted but enough to close up everything. Back to Starbucks tomorrow. As for today, at least I did my taxes.

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  5. micklively says:

    We’re as warm as toast. Well 12 degC anyway (that’s 54 degF). Doubtless your snow is heading our way. We usually get your sloppy seconds.

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  6. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I can’t believe anything was open! Any early morning employee who made it into work should get extra hazard pay. Luckily, their dedication meant you got your brew!
    Our two sons, daughter-in-law, and grandson spent Monday and Tuesday nights with us since we have a generator. However, the power did not go out. I made stuffed peppers and cabbage one night, and a Thanksgiving dinner the next. No wonder they don’t want to leave.

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  7. Ross de Marco says:

    I love cold weather , I hate snow . But yesterday was a nice respite from the routine , an unexpected holiday . I spent it rereading Mezz Mezzrow and all of his tales of playing jazz and Hobnobbing with the likes of gangsters ( Al Capone for one )and dealing marijuana to all the musicians in the Jazz world . Louis Armstrong smoked everyday of his life (No wonder he was always smiling ! )I never left the house a very rare occurrence . I made some nice hot pastina , my favorite comfort food .I just lay about the house in my skivvies ! Who could ask for more ?

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  8. Ross de Marco says:

    Mr . Greenjeans , wow ! haven’t thought about him in ages !

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  9. If it weren’t for the accent, I would swear you were talking to my sister. There is no settling for less, especially when it comes to coffee.
    I spent the day shoveling my ass off!

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