So, I finally get to the library to work this morning, and I'm late because of all kinds of house-holding, child-rearing tasks, and there's a guy sitting in the study room I decide to use. Fine. He gets up and asks me if it's still bad out. I say it is, it's snowing a little and it just feels, I don't know, gross. He shrugs and says he's going sledding with his kids and I (wince) and say, "Oh you're good. I don't get enough time to work." And you know what he mumbles? He mumbles, "They'll only be three once."
Smug meanie.
Many thanks to my Very Good Friend Nicole who told me she heard a 4-year-old in Prospect Park crying because it was so cold and windy and her mom had taken her out sledding. No THAT'S friendship.
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