Subway is not running in my neighborhood – they only serve the wealthier areas in this weather. But the day care is mercifully open – caretakers live upstairs from it. The next bus that will take me home is in 20 mins. Coffee shop was closing, but she let me have the last hot chocolate. On the way to the day care, as I was waiting at the bus stop with L strapped to me, a Chinese man asked me, in broken English, if we wanted a ride in his hatchback. I am hopelessly late to start working. Will the South Africans understand how a city shuts off in the snow?