I never cared much about driving or walking on ice, never more so than today.
First, on my way to work this morning, the driver of a big, red pick ’em up truck, speeding and running a red light, nearly wiped out in front of me.
Then, getting out of my car, I did wipe out on the ice, twisting my foot. After a trip to the emergency room, a couple of wheelchair rides and four or five x-rays, the diagnosis: soft tissue contusion. Translation: hurts like hell.
So, please drive and walk carefully. It’s winter.
No, I never cared much for ice. Except, of course, to cool my gin and vermouth.