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When It Rains It Pours… When It Snows I Just Get Sad…

By January 12, 2012Depression

I sit in 5F a couple hours delayed, en route to LGA. Foursquare announces I am a level-5 Jet Setter and rewards me with a pixelated badge, like I’m some sort of Girl Scout. I mean, they did just serve me a warm cookie, but it wasn’t a samoa, which—as I understand it—isn’t even called a “samoa” anymore because the Samoans became offended by the name as this little cookie was offensive to their lineage and heritage. Dear Samoa… outside of “The Rock”—and he doesn’t even want to be called that anymore—most Americans couldn’t even point to Samoa on a map. Another random fact is that apparently Tongans take offense being mistaken for a Samoan. I randomly know that the word for “mother fucker” is “mata ussey” phonetically spelled in Tongan. Don’t ask… Ken on Jeopardy, beware… most Americans thinks a Samoan is a breed of dog, or a cookie. Sorry, true story…

Whatever… people have been calling me Chinese for about… well, as long as I have lived, and having been to China as recently as last week, they shunned me. So apparently I am not Mongolian, Chinese, Hawaiian, or a ninja and don’t harness any super powers, and as much I used to call David the milkman’s kid (MooBoy), it may turn out that I was, in fact, the by product of Marcus Dairy Delivery or the byproduct of smoking and drinking during the pregnancy term.

As always, I digress. What was I talking about anyway? Oh that’s right… so we’re hurtling through the air at 38,000 feet to get over the crazy snowstorm that decided to roll into Chicago right about the time I was supposed to leave. When I left the office this afternoon, there was about 3” on the car, and I had to use the little ice scraper that Avis provided me with my little Ford Focus. Everything snow-related is a damn trigger to me and drums up all sorts of emotions. Some of you have seen it, though I never really finished it, but when we were in Tahoe, we had a Focus with some chains that performed exceptionally in the snow. The SYNC system was our favorite part of the car because it had voice recognition, so DP and I would spend large portions of our ride trying to stump the system. Even driving in the snow had that effect on me and instantly transformed my ride back to the airport to our trip last year.

When I was checked in and waiting on the place to arrive as it was a few hours late, I found a really nice wheelchair hidden behind the check-in counter, kicked my shoes off, and just watched the empty gate and the snow falling.

Snowstorms used to make me happy. Lately, they just bum me out.