It was snowing and rear-wheel-drive sedans and snow like children and dry-clean-only do not go well together. I got in the car anyway and to assuage my guilt at my feelings of blissful happiness I turned on a Torah CD called “Clash of Civilizations ” about the possibility of nuclear war with Iran. Carefully maneuvering down the snow-dusted driveway I made a split-second decision to forgo my local outlet store in favor of the one in Watertown almost twenty minutes away.

As I got onto the highway I thought twice about the wisdom of traveling out of town when a huge storm was predicted and noted with slight alarm the massive snowplows rumbling on the side of the road placidly waiting for the storm to hit. I brushed my fear aside.

Pulling up in front of Marshall’s my favorite store in the universe I hurriedly made my way inside and immediately relaxed. Bargains were everywhere and the hunt was on. I was in heaven … until my cell phone rang.

“Uh Orli?” my husband’s anxious voice broke through my blissful state.

“Hmmm?” I answered distractedly.

“I just heard that the snow’s coming down much more quickly than they had predicted between two to four inches an hour. I think you’d better come home now.”

“Don’t worry” I answered calmly. “I’ll see you soon.” Another half hour can’t hurt I thought as I glided down the hosiery aisle.

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