Names in the Snow
Our last winter storm, or Nor'Easter as they call them here, delivered 10 inches of wondeful fluffly snow. On my way into work this morning there was a disturbingly nasty patch of yellow snow near the stairway in the parking ramp (I wont be parking on that level anymore). My mind started to wander as it often does, and somehow I made the mental leap that there are probably very very few feminie names written in the snow each winter (as a portion of the total, which is probably quite low). Well ladies, now you can join the fun.
Clearly there are more appropriate uses for this device, such as invading the men's room in a crowded bar. I bet if you whipped one of these out you'd get around of applause.