snow

I waited for the bus for twenty minutes in the snow. Fresh snow was falling, so I stepped in it carefully to admire the beautiful footprints of my new tennis shoes. They have little triangles on the bottom. In twenty minutes, I made a lot of footprints.
While the light was red, a car with the window rolled down asked for directions. The guy on the sidewalk (who was not jumping around in the snow) said, “take a right at this street and then turn right on that street.” The light turned green, they went right, and I started laughing inside. The street they just turned onto dead-ends. I wanted to tell the helpful guy, but I didn’t. I wondered what eventually happened to them. When they realized his directions were wrong, did they get upset, or think he was stupid? Did they figure out where to go, or did they have to ask for more directions? It was strange to know something like that about a complete stranger’s future. If I were in the car, the last thing I would think of is a random person at a bus stop knowing I would dead-end in a minute.