So, there is still quite a bit of snow on the ground in Boston. One must often step over snow piles and slushy puddles in order to get where one is going. Usually, it’s not that big of a deal. However, the pizzazz that one woman used to get over a very minor pile of snow can’t go undocumented.
Over the weekend, my boyfriend Eric and I were walking back from brunch. We were crossing the street one way, while another perfectly normal looking couple in their mid twenties crossed perpendicular to us.
There was a tiny pile of snow on the curb. The guy walked over it without even having to adjust his gait, as did everybody ahead of him. Then the girl approached the very same small hurdle…
She very subtly paused like she was considering the best way to get past it. (This is what I imagine went through her brain in those few seconds: ‘Should I continue walking normally and simply step over it like everyone else? Nope, what other options do I have? Walk around it? Nah. I’m going over, and I’m going in style.’) At that moment, she wound up:
her hands flew into the air as she hurled herself skyward…
up, up, UP she reached as her head tilted backwards…
and as her legs went in opposite directions, she nearly kicked herself in the head with one of them…
and then she held that position as I swear she flew even HIGHER (but not nearly as graceful as the woman in the below photo might lead you to believe…)
Meanwhile, Eric and I both stood agape in the middle of the street as we watched this brief spectacle.
Unfortunately, she must have put all her momentum into the upward motion, and not enough into the forward motion because suddenly she dropped straight out of the sky like a bag of bricks.
Juuuust managing to narrowly miss the small pile of snow she was so enthusiastically trying to avoid.
Then with a flick of her hair she looked back at us with an expression that was all: “nailed it”.
And then she started walking like a person who hadn’t just tried to cross the street like a wildebeest and casually caught up with her boyfriend.
Granted, it was the most absurd way to get over a pile of snow I’ve ever seen, but perhaps I shouldn’t be so quick to judge. She obviously took a lesson out of the phoebe buffet handbook because she didn’t give two hoots what anybody thought of her. Perhaps if we all added a little extra energy and a lot more spunk to getting over our own personal hurdles – no matter how big or how small- the process of surmounting them would be a little more pleasant. Possibly even enjoyable.