Thursday, February 11, 2010

Cargo Cult


Like the islanders on some remote Pacific atoll, we villagers lurk around the cul de sac, trying to think of ways to lure in a snow plow.
We trade rumors. "I hear the plow was seen on Maryland Ave by Mt. Vernon High school." "No, that was just a neighbor's F150."
We trade grocery store horror stories, "They were out of flour! Eggs! There is no butter in Alexandria!" Which makes me wonder...is everyone baking Toll House cookies? Which then makes me want Toll House Cookies.
Wait! I hear the rumble! yes! The PLOW IS HERE!

3 comments:

susan in nj said...

We had the same excitement when the power returned at midnight. You could here people on my block cheering! Neighbors were so-o-o bored they were shoveling drives by moonlight. We(12 yr.old, 2 big Boxers and I watched Disney movies on laptop. It was the only thing charged by then.

The Slapdash Sewist said...

Walking to work this morning was one of the more terrifying moments of my life as I had to be in the (narrowed by snow to one lane) street. Alas, DC never plows.

AuntieAllyn said...

Your photos look so lovely! I've been out of town and have missed all the snow . . . flying back today and I'm sure it'll be a real eye-opener. Sounds like there's not much point in stopping by the supermarket on my way home from the airport . . . maybe I should bring some airport food home with me.