Adventures in Moscow (Idaho)

The first snow had fallen that morning, and brain numbing winds had stranded me in my basement abode with the lovely lady referred to only by her ominous last name: Turabian. Finals were approaching and studying was slow. Near 5:30 PM, I realized that I was out of snackage and that the closest grocery store was about a mile away. I had no car..... I'd have to chance it.

Suiting up in my signature leather jacket and donning gloves and a Russian hunter's cap (rather appropriate for a town named Moscow, no?) I began my journey towards eastside. I was cresting the first hill when I heard a bark and a black shape darted towards me. A large furry mammal bounced around my feet and licked my face as I knelt down to feel it's collar. There was a tag there, but no invisible fence taser and I couldn't read the tag. He seemed friendly enough, and I couldn't bare to let the poor fellow freeze out in the snow. So, I started to look around and sure enough, the house to the door across the street was wide open. The mutt seemed willing enough to follow me, so I lead him over to it. Although the lights were on, no one seemed to be home, and a small snow drift was piling up in the front hall. 

"Is this it, boy?"

As if in response, he skipped in the door, sat down facing me, and wagged his tail. Still seeing no one, I closed the door and went on my way.

By the time I had reached the bottom of the hill, I had realized that I truly did miss the scarf I had lost back in October. Not one to be phased by bad weather, however, I continued on my merry way. I got so caught up in the season, in fact, that I began to dance in the snow singing "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas." I slowed myself down when I got carried away and slipped on a patch of ice in the middle of a four lane highway. Actually, it would be inaccurate to call it a patch of ice. Since it was still the first real day of snow, the salt trucks were not yet out in full force, hence most of the roads in the south and east sides of town were completely frozen over. Thankfully, there were no accidents to be found and few cars.

I finally arrived at my destination: Safeway..... only to find that everything was out of my price range, or at least what I was willing to pay. 6 dollars would not get me very far. Remembering the scarf, and that there was a Dollar Tree next door, I left with better prices in mind. Upon entering, I realized that I could buy plenty of snackage for quite cheap right there. I proceeded to grab a 3 liter bottle of root beer, two boxes of candy and the biggest, reddest, fluffiest scarf I could find.

The man at the register was blaring rock out of a pair of headphones draped around his neck. Upon seeing the scarf I was purchasing, he commented:

"WOW! He's a big b******, isn't he? You're not f****** around!"

I could not have put it any better myself!

I love Moscow!

Scott