Aftermath.
Everest. Ironically, the camera I took this photo with had been to the top of everest. There was probably more snow there though…
what comes down, must pile up.
this is what ineptitude looks like. If I was a politician, I would probably do whatever the fuck I wanted, whenever I wanted, however I wanted too.
bad day for a bike ride.
worse day for bike parking.
I had originally gone out to find a bank that was open, but they all took snow days. Next order of business was to find a lock smith to make some keys for a buddy staying at my flat, no such luck. Snow Day.
I then met this totally fun girl, three thousand miles away from the warmth of the central valley where she was from, buttoning up her soy ice cream business for, a snow day.
Armed with only a broom to clear her entrance way, I stopped for a bit for a bit of the old good samaritanism and a friendly chat about california, japan,
and how much ice cream you can sell in the winter, especially days after a blizzard.
In the end, I went home with my checks and without keys or, not surprisingly, ice cream. It was this guy who had the best idea in ages, doing something that you just can not ever do in new york city,
let alone in the middle of the street, in new york city.
kudos to always being prepared…