Okay, we get it. Winter will never end in New York. There will always be piles of dirty, hard snow on the ground, except for when they melt and become by mini-lakes of dirty, slushy water filling in that dip between the street and the curb. Our feet will always be wet. Our hands will always be cold. We will always assume that chunks of ice will fall upon our heads, and they will.
Today, the fifth day of March but the one millionth day of horrible winter, is especially bad, because an airplane skidded off the runway and into a fence at LaGuardia Airport. It looks pretty bad!
and sounds like a terrifying, if life-affirming, experience:
At least there are snacks:
Really, though, even if this plane skid disaster hadn't happened, New Yorkers would still be just about ready to stop moving entirely. Over at Jalopnik, Michael Ballaban wrote that the NYC subway commute is indeed getting worse, on every line.
And in spite of all this plane-derailing snow, there was a fire on the 7 line this morning.
You could try walking, we guess.
A photo posted by JP (@josephpadiernos) on Mar 5, 2015 at 4:25am PST
Or you could stay at home until May.
Danielle Wiener-Bronner is a news reporter.