When I was a teenager I had a paper route.
One day the weather was worse than bad. It was winter and if I remember correctly, even the highschool sent everyone home early. Back in the 80s in the Greater Toronto Area school was almost always open; this endless closing schools or canceling buses didn’t occur nearly as often as today.
I remember walking home bundled up beyond recognition. I was soaked and cold, and the snow was deeper than to my knees. The wind whipped the icy snowflakes into my face which felt like getting whipped with a piece of string. Repeatedly.
It was miserable.
When I got home my mom reminded me I still had to do the paper route.