Usually, the only kind of skiing an office worker wants to do is that of the cocaine variety. However, in the wake of the ill-timed blizzard–it just couldn’t have happened on a goddamn weekday, now could it?–the slaves of Midtown will be forced to either corral themselves onto the dampened, Titanic-steamed subways or take a different approach to getting to work today–because no boss will tolerate the excuse of weather for not being present.
Unfortunately, because very few office workers have the “thrill-seeking” gene within them, not half as many people are going to take advantage of the potential to ski to work. Not only would the fresh air whipping at your face for the thirty-minute to an hour commute feel more invigorating than the entire amount of time spent in the cube during the week, but it would also provide some much needed exercise to the otherwise unused muscles of white collar ilk. And no, the gym doesn’t count.