Two of these beasts were dumping snow onto the same enourmous pile, their buckets almost clashing like the antlers of two gigantic rutting moose. Standing in the slush with my pants tucked into my duck boots, I wanted to steal one of the machines and make my morning commute a daily rampage of destruction. *Sigh*
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Watch out, citizens. Today’s warmth melts some of the massive snow build up and creates a hazard as great as quicksand or the tse-tse fly. The tiny canyons through the drifts at the intersection, started by one brave soul and then packed down by the shuffling feet of commuters traveling in single file, can turn into death traps.
The slush from the snow walls will fall into the blackened puddle, creating a bumpy topped brown patch that looks exactly like asphalt. But beware, neither a trained ninja or a vietcong could produce so cunning a trap and the seamingly level footing will engulf your leg into a foot of icy filth. This can ruin your shoes, pants, spirit, and most certainly your day.
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Site of the Day: I’m always, always asked for advice about New York for visiting friend. My friend Rosecrans at TMN takes care of the answer, once and for all.