There's nothing worse than eating it when you're out walking on ice. Nothing. From the indignity of shuffling along like an 80-year old who is either drunk or just had a stroke or both, to the moment when you're airborne and your feet are at a higher elevation than your ass, to trying to pick yourself up and failing because the sidewalk is a sheet of ice and we all have to pretend to be Ernest Shackleton, there is nothing worse than eating it.So of course the Globe publishes a progression of photos of some poor bastard taking a spill. Hey, everyone who reads the Boston paper! Let's point and laugh at this guy! Hahahaha.
Actually, it really is pretty frickin funny.
OK, Globe, you're forgiven. But please don't tease us with this. Photos of spring! Look at what you can't have for another three or four months! It's like putting a photo of Sam Summer Ale in a bar when all there is to drink is Natty Ice. Bastards.
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