The Cold and Grumpy

It's cold. It's thirty degrees
with a promise to dip
into the mid-teens by midnight.

The wind is blowing from the east
in gusts of thirty miles per hour.

Before shift, I walk
into the locker room with Grumpy.

Let's try to stay
in the our warm cars tonight.

Grumpy replies, "Nah,
tonight's a night somebody's
going to have to make us work in it."

I'm glad he was wrong.

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[Teem]

On the plus side...nobody else wants to be out in it either.