Rushing through the cold bitter night to feel the warmth of your vehicle, progress towards your destination was halted by a gaggle of girls who have decided that this is a good time to have their feet photographed. You fight back, “bah humbug!” But every second that passes makes the reality of losing appendages to frostbite all the more likely. So you go against your beliefs, and give in to the female species, and snap a quick photograph. The picture’s terrible, but that doesn’t matter because now you’re back on route to the car. Finally, you arrive — along with your ten fingers and your ten toes. There is only one word to describe such an event. “Victory.”
