While out walking the dogs this afternoon, I came across a one-block stretch of chunky ice clogging the sidewalk. Of course, I was heading downhill. A boy about 10 years old and fresh off the school bus wisely avoided the slick mess and chose to walk on top of the rock-hard snow bank along the road edge.
“That’s a smart move,” I said.
“Yep,” the boy replied.
“Geez louise, but this sidewalk sure is slippery,” I added.
When did I become an 80-year old geezer talking like that? Sheesh!