Seconds from leaving the airport I could already see bunny tracks and hear a CAW from something that sounded like it was mocking me. I had to procure a plug-in kettle from the Co-op to continue surviving on sad vegan camping meals from my hotel room. On the way I saw snow graffiti and kids tobogganing on cardboard boxes.
They know what's up.
I've run out of chips. I drank the crumbs from the bottom of the bag. No one should ever see something like that.