I'm a big fan of snow. I'm a big fan of outside. I'm a big fan of entertaining others when I go roaming. The story I'm about to tell has all three of those elements, but the best part is even though it's my story I don't have the punch line.
I went to the grocery store the other day. When I got out of my car it was snowing really hard. I was walking along and of course smiling at the snow and just generally enjoying being alive.
Even though the snow was [obviously] coming down, a snowflake went right up my nose.
Which of course delighted the hell out of me, gravity should not allow that, but it did, so I rolled with it.
I went into the store still grinning about the snowflake. After a bit I got to the fish counter where I saw Frank, my favorite fish counter guy, and he asked me how this fine day was treating me.
I of course told him in my cute bubbly waving my arms around to make the story more interesting way that I was walking along and despite the laws of gravity had a snowflake go right up my nose.
Without missing a beat he looked at me deadpan and said
"My god, you could have been killed."
Hee hee hee………