Thanks to the lovely Snow Blizzard Storm - that the streets of New York are once again, covered with slush. (Slush = Mixture of Snow and Water - Kinda like one of those Taiwanese Shaved Ice thingy)
Influenced by the female love bird, that I developed the habit of watching the Weather Channel every morning before I head to work. (Know, before You Go)
And of course I was prepared to go to work. I had my thick coat, scarf and my lovely fabulous boots. (As suggested by the Weather Channel, boots are a must for the crazy weather.)
So, in the middle of the working day, though my manager's window, I witnessed the snow flake falling... Then the snow flake turned into zillions of white puffs... Then became the blizzard.
***later in the day***
Due to some personal issue (TAX RETURNS DAMN IT), instead of going directly back home, I had to take the train to Flushing, Queens.
As soon as I stepped out of the Train... Directly step onto the snow-covered platform...
But instead of landing on my ass, I was able to maintain my balance. (Or else I will have to write something similar to Dr. P's letter to Mother Earth)
But HOW IN THE WORLD COULD THIS HAPPENED?
I WAS WEARING MAH BOOTS!
Without holding back the traffic, I continued onward to the streets, waking, sliding, jumping, climbing, crawling - anything, to made my way to my accountant's office without getting my ass wet.
I was not having the time of my life. I was so Not-Michelle Kwan-que.
Several times, I would be sliding off the road, yet, managed to balance myself and keep both of my feet on the ground. I even heard a Chinese lady gasping after she saw me slipping... yet gasped again after I 'bounced' myself back in place.
Finally, I made it to the office.
Once inside of the double door, I lift my right foot up and look at the bottom of my boot.
FLAT as an Iron. (Or my ass after sitting at my desk for 8 hours)
I have wore this pair of boots so many times - that the bottom 'teeth' have long been rubbed off.
Gotta bring them to the shoeman this weekend.