It is snowing on Nov. 25. Of course, it is. It’s a giveaway day and the dock doors are wide open from 9:30 a.m. to 2 p.m. There are many advantages to the wonderful jobs Betsy and I have. But conducting giveaways in 30-degree weather is not one of them.
The Chicks are prepared for this kind of hardship. We wear long underwear and Chick 1 wears heavy wool socks. Chick II is still young and beautiful so she has not reached the stage yet where she’s willing to look like a lumberjack, even at work in a warehouse. There is hot coffee that may or may not contain just a wee bit of a liquid warming agent. There is a space heater that in no way keeps anyone warm, but if we pretend it does maybe it will be so.
So this is a photo from a couple of years ago when the Chicks were doing flood recovery from a 90,000-square-foot warehouse near the airport. Talk about cold. I called them weather weenies when they asked to get a space heater. They got one and I refused to even come within 100 yards of it. So a couple of years later, I admit I was wrong. Even if the space heater emits a mere promise of warmth, it makes me feel better.
Tomorrow when we get to the warehouse for the second giveaway day it will be a balmy 25 degrees. Oh, joy.