Bogs

I can't believe it's still snowing. I take only two steps outside before I slip, and only three more before the snow slips inside my shoes.

On the platform, I notice Luba K. in the distance. She smiles, I wave, the train approaches, and we meet up in the middle of the subway car.

Luba asks me to send her a reminder to email Zehava about her new boots. They are Bogs, and they have handy-dandy handles. She tells me about their double insulation and I decide then and there I should invest in snow boots. It will mean fewer wet socks while at the office, and - perhaps more importantly - no more longcuts searching for a path that has been stamped out in the snow.

Luba still needs to say her morning prayers so we decide to catch up at after we transfer at 59th. On my Blackberry, I watch the end of a children's film I started yesterday. When we get off, we realize that we are transferring to different train, and she goes up the stairs to the 1, while I skirt across the platform onto a B. A scruffy yuppie sees me waving goodbye to Luba, then looks me square in the eye and says "score."