Around 5 pm, I started waiting up on my dad buried in my beret, scarf, my trendy jacket (oh it may be freezing cold, I may be broke to the bone but when it comes to the looks no one can stop me! I inherited my mother's great talent of putting all these cheesy/cheap/second hand things together and end up looking well done when finance is down the hill. When its back on track, though... oh let's not go in there, shall we?), my deep red gloves alongside my snowflaked everwhere else and was startled when I saw this guy who was carrying two huge bags at each hand (poor guy) trying not to loose balance on the snow clad streets of Ponderland while his approaching shadow turned into....