Snow is an excellent prelude to hilarity. People handle it differently in different parts of the world. In my corner, they freak out and prepare for the apocalypse. It's actually rather amusing.
Blinds close, people avoid the outdoors as if it were a plague, a woman is seen traversing the not-so-wild terrain of an outdoor mall in snow gear and skis, and of course, someone, somewhere, sees fit to provide us with the obligatory "Wet Floor" sign at an intersection.
I grew up in Michigan. Snow isn't a big deal. Snow days don't exist until you've got around five feet. Otherwise, wake up, suit up, and hop to it. Down South, this mysterious white powder is the harbinger of much panic and fear. Schools close, people stop delivering, and food is scare (not really, but it is for a college student). Alas, we must suit up to brave the elements, and head out into the wintery land. None but fools and adventurers dare travel here.
...Ridiculous.
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