If we got a foot of snow in one day in Denver, the schools would close (the first time) and one would expect many people out from work. People might laugh and say that where they came from it was different, and they might drive 80mph in their SUVs and end up overturned in the median, too. That's pretty much what would happen, yes. Lots of laughing and accidents.
Here, in the suburbs, people laugh and say that where they come from it's different, and they rush out to buy milk and toilet paper (hmm...do we have toilet paper?) and then huddle in their homes "in mortal fear of their fellow drivers," waiting for one of the county's three snowplows to get to their neighborhood or for the commuter rail switches to unfreeze. And they sincerely hope it will ice over but good, because something about living in the area seems to discourage everyone but members of Congress from taking anything resembling time off. Meanwhile, DC "braces for the storm," its ragtag army of snowplows idling bravely and occasionally sputtering to a halt as it shoulders through piles of slush and uncollected trash.
In central New York, they put the chains on and drive over to the neighbor's house to have hot chocolate and a snow day and to laugh at all the outlanders who huddle in their homes in fear of their fellow drivers.
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Re: "Needless to say"?!
Date: 2002-12-05 06:59 am (UTC)Here, in the suburbs, people laugh and say that where they come from it's different, and they rush out to buy milk and toilet paper (hmm...do we have toilet paper?) and then huddle in their homes "in mortal fear of their fellow drivers," waiting for one of the county's three snowplows to get to their neighborhood or for the commuter rail switches to unfreeze. And they sincerely hope it will ice over but good, because something about living in the area seems to discourage everyone but members of Congress from taking anything resembling time off. Meanwhile, DC "braces for the storm," its ragtag army of snowplows idling bravely and occasionally sputtering to a halt as it shoulders through piles of slush and uncollected trash.
In central New York, they put the chains on and drive over to the neighbor's house to have hot chocolate and a snow day and to laugh at all the outlanders who huddle in their homes in fear of their fellow drivers.