Nothing beats the instant paralysis this city endures with the first big snowstorm of the year. And boy, oh boy did we have a post-Christmas doozy of a blizzard this year. Twenty inches in 24 hours – with 50 mile an hour winds, to boot – is nothing to sniff at. Which is why I’ve nicknamed it Snowmageddon. Venturing out yesterday once it had finally passed, I found a kind of beautiful mayhem: unploughed roads, waist-high drifts, and cars abandoned higgly-piggly. Then I came upon this post-apocalyptic Jitney in the middle of Third Avenue and realized there was only one sensible thing to do: go shopping.