Burst pipes, perilous driveways, extended commutes, cancelled appointments: all common woes given the weather this week. The Cranky Friend had his own woes: only a few steps from his back door, he slipped on the ice and broke the gallon bottle of port he had just purchased.
"It's small consolation that the quart of bourbon was safe in the other bag," he lamented in an email. "I can't believe I dropped that port. It would have been so pleasant to sip as the snows swirled about. Whisky is a different thing altogether."
I replied that he was lucky not to have been injured by the glass shards. He told me I understood nothing of his pain.
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