SLOGGING THROUGH WINTER… Good & bad (Part 169g)
Looking
around I could see most of the main floor staff had made it in. The big question
was how long was the snow going to last. There hadn’t been much about
the snow on the radio on my way to work so decided to call my father
(the amateur weather man). He usually was pretty good about predictions
and I asked why he hadn’t called the night before. He said that as of
10pm the storm was just a New England event and he went to bed. I asked
if he’d gleaned any information on how long it would last and I
definitely remember him laughing. “When it’s over…” was his answer. The
reason I wanted to know was if it was going to be a prolonged event
I could get some of the people out early. While on the phone Mae came
up to my desk with a check to be signed and I asked how her trip in had
been. I always smile when writing about Mae… she was sort of
unflappable, not letting little problems interfere with the important
stuff. In typical Mae style she answered, “Nothing to it.” and was on
her way back to her customer. If I could take her at her word it was
more of a local event than a major ‘happening’. All I could do was to
wait.
With the snow I’d forgotten about J J and the mortgage
customer who was to be Elle’s and my new neighbor. Normally, house
“closings” were handled at the attorney’s office. However, in the
previous snow storm the roof over the porch at Gee's office (it was a
locally historic house that had been restored) had collapsed. The
repairs were still underway so the bank was where they took place. I saw
J J come around the corner followed by a tall, gaunt, serious looking
man. My first impression was “Oh no!”. Andy, the real estate agent, had
given me a brief background on him and J J had let me peruse the
application form, neither of which would’ve given me an indication of
what he looked like. As I looked at him I was trying to remember his
date of birth from the application but couldn’t. A quick guess was that
he was about 70 years old. J J introduced us and I, trying to lighten our meeting up, said something really inane… “Welcome to the
neighborhood…”. All I got in return was a stare from him… not good. J J
tried to salvage the situation by giving me the information that I
would’ve asked for and said that it would be a while until they would be starting to do anything with the house to which the man nodded
affirmatively. He did finally speak saying he wanted to get back to the
city before the roads got too bad. That was when I asked if it had been
snowing in the city and he gave me a short answer… “No…” and turned to
walk out the gate. As I watched him say his farewell to J J, I couldn’t
help but wonder what Elle, I and the kids were going to be in for when
he and his family did finally show up.
A by-product of the previous snow storm
had been a request from some of the women to relax the dress code a bit
in snowy conditions. We’d already changed it to allow the females to
wear ’nice’ pants along with a jacket that covered their backsides but
many still preferred to wear skirts or dresses. What they were looking
for under these conditions was to wear more casual pants and sweaters in
place of a jacket. Hobie and Bert (the president) conferred and agreed
to it but subject to a review in the future. (In thinking about it as I
write this, I would liken the results to the start of “dress down
Friday” which was probably some 10 to 15 years in the future). In any
case, The lack of a jacket provided some unexpected VPL’s and DP’s, the
most notable being Trish. In the three plus years I’d been working in
close proximity to her had only observed a few and none of them were
notable. Her trousers were light gray and might’ve been wool and she was wearing a bulky
sweater that only went to her waist. The first opportunity I had to
really observe her was a bit of an eye opener as the pants were, for
her, tight and tight enough to her hips to see the indentation of the
leg elastic of her panties. That had me on ‘high alert’ and had me
gazing at her backside every chance I got. But, the ’treat’ was the DP.
To get three desks in the area we occupied we’d cut the space between
desks to the point that it was sometimes hard to be seated in your chair
and to be able to reach under the knee hole space to retrieve a dropped
item. Bret was away from his desk when I looked towards the work area
and saw Trish’s back at an almost horizontal position. Her head was in
the knee hole space and when I stood up there it was… a DP with at least
two inches of her panties showing as well as a some bare skin above
them. If someone had been looking at me they would’ve thought I had a
problem as I rushed around the corner of my desk and into Bret’s space.
The goal was to see if I could identify the waist elastic of her
panties… and I could. They were Shadowline panties, for sure. The new
department store in town featured that brand of lingerie. It was like a
breakthrough for me after being somewhat frustrated for three plus
years. Laura had continued to ‘treat’ me to VPL’s on a fairly regular
basis. Primarily choosing to wear pants suits I’d get to see the
familiar diamond shape of the crotch line and it told me she was continuing to
wear the Sans Soucie panties I’d gotten for her.
It was still
snowing at the noon siren and Hobie was the one who made the decision to
let the “outliers” who had to drive at least five miles leave early.
Laura and Joanie didn’t but they’d walked to work so, with Hobie liking
both of them, allowed them to go as well. Joanie was still into dresses
and skirts so there hadn’t been much, if any, ‘action’ (peeks, VPL’s or
DP’s) there since she’d taken over the receptionist position. But, on
this day she wore high boots and when it was time to go home I was
in the right position to witness her struggle to get them pulled up.
Withe her wearing a skirt I didn’t get the same panty confirmation that Laura had
provided but I did get to see a fair amount of white as she pulled each
of her boots up.
The snow had stopped around mid afternoon.
Because it was so light and with the high winds making drifts there was no way to know how
much snow (in inches) had fallen, but it was substantial. Chaz had returned
during his lunch break (he worked for the phone company) to make a quick
pass through the parking lot to plow it. The problem with that, at least for those
bank officers who parked there, was we ended up having to shovel our cars out to go
home. That was when I was really glad I‘d not worn my suit. The trip home was
a lot better than in the last storm as the road crews had kept up with
the drifts. When I drove past Davo’s house I couldn’t help but remember
the night I’d spent there in the last storm. His girlfriend, Leigh, was a ‘piece of work’;
alcoholic with little modesty, and had put on quite a ‘performance’
while I was there. With Davo being a big racing fan I knew I’d see more of her
during the upcoming season. That thought reminded me that there would
be a baby at home when I got there as we were caring for Cliffy and
Beth’s new son. Our neighbor, John (the farmer) had cleared the driveway
and I was able to pull up to the garage. What had started out to be a
bad day had turned out to be not so bad after all… at least to that
point.
To be continued…
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