Will You Lose Your Job?
He felt naked in his parka, hat and scarf. The bitter winter winds pierced his clothing tearing his flesh to the bone. Shivering in the near zero cold, waiting for the bus to arrive, battered by a wicked lake effect snow storm.
The swirling blizzard snow, reduced visibility to a few feet. Piled high mounds of snow buried the curb making it difficult to stand. The storm harsher than usual, businesses closing early. He was isolated, cold and alone.
