Flurries and Gratitude

Cincinnati Memories.

The first snowfall.

A little bit of rain and then, a little bit of snow.  It was predicted. No surprise other than the fact that prediction itself was accurate.

I was leaving for work a bit early on that first day of experiential winter.  Just a block from home, I saw a young lady dressed in less than the layered clothing required for winter weather.  She was slipping and sliding around the parking lot in her attempts to scrape her windows with, listen up, a credit card!

OK.  Can't ignore that without making an effort to help, right?  So I pulled into the parking lot, grabbed my scraper and got out of the car.

Whoa!  Her reaction mandates that I immediately stop with my hands in surrender mode.  I meant no harm, but I apparently scared the poor girl half to death.