so sorry, new yorkers

I work with two other ex-New Yorkers and just last week, we traded horror stories of winter commutes: taking ten minutes just to get dressed or undressed to brave the outdoors (sweater, jacket, coat, scarf, hat, gloves), trying to fit a ten-pound backpack over the bulky shoulders of our layers, climbing over mountains of snow with twenty-pound shopping bags, cold and wet feet, coming home to an apartment where the heat hasn't been turned on by the stingy landlord. But by God, at least we had the subway...
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