New Yorkers and the Snow

It is just another winter day. At the sound of the alarm clock, she grudgingly wakes up and begins her morning routine. It is toxic. The snow is toxic. Hide your children, protect your wealth and most importantly, never, ever let it touch your skin.
It is funny how New Yorkers walk outside and at the sight of snow they seek shelter as fast as they can. With panic, they run inside, at expense of missing an important meeting or interview and dash to get their safety device, an umbrella. By the looks of those black wearing businessmen and businesswomen, one would assume them to be invincible. Their weakness is the light fluffy substance in which their children yearn to see each winter. With great strength, they stand in their lobby gearing up for the inclement weather. After close observation of the troublesome weather, they build the courage to exit the building. As if it were acid rain, they shield sensitive bodies with industrial umbrellas.