You know what's scary? When your phone rings and a voice you don't recognize says:
"No way around it, Buddy. You're getting six inches tonight."
That's not what anyone wants to hear. I was shocked. Alarmed. Not thinking straight.
"Six inches will do fine, I'm tired of stepping on the damn thing."
When the voice on the other end of the line said, "Huh?" I knew immediately who it was and I'm happy to say he pretended not to have heard me. Which is classy, because he was talking about the snow we are expecting this evening and I was talking about a kind of embarrassing personal issue. I mean seriously, escalators can be a bitch.