Cold comfort

At least someone is trying to make the best of a bad winter situation. It certainly isn't moi, but this was nice to see on my way into work on a snowing Wednesday morning in Pittsburgh.

But, wait, what's that at the bottom of the snow-scripting? Arms raised in defiance? Upraised middle fingers? Exposed, pierced nipples?

Who knows? But it's closer to my take on a winter wonderland than a smiley face and some hair fringe.

Still, an A for effort. Thanks, Mystery Artist, for trying to make me feel better. Nevertheless, I still want to get the frozen hell out of here as soon as possible.