I made it to work this morning in spite of a mild blizzard. After struggling in, apparently having to do a lot more effort to simply walk than other pedestrians around me appeared to, I was more than mildly annoyed by this.
Wetsoks: Bonjour, Guten Tag, Bom Dia. That's all the languages I know.
Me: Hola menina.
Me: HEY GIRL!
Wetsoks: Ah. Well done.
Me: The wind blew me off the pavement on the way in.
Me: I know. I need to put on weight. The world owes me a lot of cake.
Wetsoks: I'm not sure if you noticed but its snowing.
Me: Yes, I goddamn noticed.
Wetsoks: It's windy here too. But that might just be me *cymbal noise* And something I use digitally for work is broken so I'm using pen and paper.
Me: Ah, the Amish way.
Wetsoks: Oppum Amish Style!
Me: Heeeey, puritanical laaaady! *bonnet dance* By the way, I despise that song. Can we relegate it to 2012 and not speak about it again?
Me: I thought as much. The world owes me more cake for this. MOAR. CAKE.