Aimee
The snow is pouring down today. I wouldn't be surprised because it always snows in December. But it isn't December yet; it's November, and I don't remember it snowing this hard in November for a long time. I shouldn't have opened up today; it's not like we've had many customers. I should have realized the place would come to a standstill; it's five weeks until Christmas, and the snow is coming down like we're about to have a blizzard, which I know we will, but I thought people would be out buying stuff for Thanksgiving.
But then, it's only common sense that people wouldn't be out and about in this. Jesus, looking out the window, I can see there's at least three feet of snow on the ground already, and it's only going to get thicker.
Great, how in the hell am I meant to drive home
