I need a better icon for weather type dealies.
Picture if you will, an overcast day, wind whipping about in gusts up to 20mph with a constant 10mph breeze, snow flurries lashing about to sting exposed flesh. The thermometer reads a cheery 21 degrees Fahrenheit but the wind makes it feel to be about oh 10 if you're well insulated. Next place into this landscape a gas station with two cars lined up with each other. The first car has the intrepid Re as the owner, who is wearing a light windbreaker over her khakis and work shirt with thin black gloves and a knitted hat. The owner of the second car is a young GI in civilian clothing of a sweatshirt, jeans, and beanie. Both are wearing sneakers in the icy cold slush.
Thus begins the act:
G.I. and Re: *Talking about 80's cartoons spurred on by the fact Re has an autobot window decal on her back window.*
Random car on the highway next to the gas station: *Slides gracefully over a patch of ice and into a ditch.
G.I. and Re: *Look over but note the driver is already backing the car out of the shallow ditch in a calm, I meant to do that air only a native of this state can pull off. Thus go back to watching their wallets thin a bit more via gas intake of their respective vehicles*
[A new car slowly creeps into the gas station across from Re and G.I. The person in the car instantly screaming out of stater to them, by the way that they drive, and the bundled up way of dress on the out of stater is sporting.]
Out of Stater: *Gawks at both Re and G.I.*...Aren't you two cold? It's freezing out here.
Re: This is actually quite nice for this time of year.
G.I.: Not to mention it's a damn well better down here then a bit up north.
Out of Stater: Up North?
Re: *Sagely nod* Yeah, up north. Already hitting twenty inches I heard. Had to reroute my brother's flight because of it. He's not happy.
G.I.: At least it's supposed to end tonight. My wife's family says they'll be glad since they all got sent home from work due to the build up.
Out of Stater: *Has a look of horror on his/her, the amount of winter gear on the person made it hard to figure out gender, face.* It's worse further up?
G.I.: Yeah, Denver is always worse then us, that's what happens when you're closer to the ski areas.
Re: Especially Cripple Creek, the road doesn't really have a guardrail. So one slip and you're going off the mountain.
Out of Stater: *Quietly and quickly fills up the car's tank and leaves. The sheer shock and feelings that we are all insane wafting off of him/her strongly as he/she leaves*
G.I.: *Turns to Re in confusion* Did we get called crazy ass Coloradians silently or was I just imagining it?
Thus begins the act:
G.I. and Re: *Talking about 80's cartoons spurred on by the fact Re has an autobot window decal on her back window.*
Random car on the highway next to the gas station: *Slides gracefully over a patch of ice and into a ditch.
G.I. and Re: *Look over but note the driver is already backing the car out of the shallow ditch in a calm, I meant to do that air only a native of this state can pull off. Thus go back to watching their wallets thin a bit more via gas intake of their respective vehicles*
[A new car slowly creeps into the gas station across from Re and G.I. The person in the car instantly screaming out of stater to them, by the way that they drive, and the bundled up way of dress on the out of stater is sporting.]
Out of Stater: *Gawks at both Re and G.I.*...Aren't you two cold? It's freezing out here.
Re: This is actually quite nice for this time of year.
G.I.: Not to mention it's a damn well better down here then a bit up north.
Out of Stater: Up North?
Re: *Sagely nod* Yeah, up north. Already hitting twenty inches I heard. Had to reroute my brother's flight because of it. He's not happy.
G.I.: At least it's supposed to end tonight. My wife's family says they'll be glad since they all got sent home from work due to the build up.
Out of Stater: *Has a look of horror on his/her, the amount of winter gear on the person made it hard to figure out gender, face.* It's worse further up?
G.I.: Yeah, Denver is always worse then us, that's what happens when you're closer to the ski areas.
Re: Especially Cripple Creek, the road doesn't really have a guardrail. So one slip and you're going off the mountain.
Out of Stater: *Quietly and quickly fills up the car's tank and leaves. The sheer shock and feelings that we are all insane wafting off of him/her strongly as he/she leaves*
G.I.: *Turns to Re in confusion* Did we get called crazy ass Coloradians silently or was I just imagining it?