This winter is kind of like going on a date with the Prom Queen when you’re from the wrong side of the tracks.
At the end of the night, you’ve emptied your wallet of hard earned cash. The two of you are standing on her front step. She plants a peck on your cheek and says, “Thanks, I had a great time. Good night.”
And then you’re looking at her front door closing in your face.
That’s exactly what we got today with the morning flurry. A peck on the cheek and a “Thanks, have a good day” from our lady Winter.
I feel jilted. All wound up and left at the altar.
Damn.
By Keith Liggett
