So, I wakes up early this morning and I says to myself, 'let's go to the gym and get the workout done early'. So I gets my stuff, and I heads on out. It's snowing, but hardly, and there's nothing on the road. Of course, my 20 minute drive to the gym (which is 4 minutes from work) turned into a berkeleying 55 minute fiasco! ONE berkeleying SNOWFLAKE touches the interstate and THAT'S IT! PUT ON THE BRAKES! HOLY E36 M3, WE NEED TO STOP!
I got to the gym already dressed to work out. So I did one sit-up, took a shower, and headed off to work. I can see this stacking up to be a wonderful, wonderful day.
/endrant.
Is it "talk like Popeye day" and I didn't know it!?
;)
stupid dumb snowflakes...QUIT BEING SO PRETTY!! ...no one wants to see your stupid symetrical 6 sided face. Why dont you go back up into the stratosphere where you came from?!?
...stupid snow
Don't get me wrong(s). I love(s) me some snow. 
I just hate(s) when people hold up the interstate because it's a little damp.
Grr.
I loves me some snow and likes me some popeye-talk.
I yam what I yam...
That's the same here in GA, rain or snow, it's like people think if they hit the brakes hard enough that they'll avoid the rain drop or be able to swerve around a snowflake . . .
-Dave
eh...don't feel too bad...
people in Michigan still do the same thing.
I woke up this morning, hear on the radio that schools are on a 2 hour delay, look out the window, and the access road to my townhouse is nice and slick with ice. OK, I'll take my time going to work today, as they go by the school schedule for snow. At my old townhouse, I could get out in any weather, but there is now a good uphill to get out. Of course, 15 minutes later I hear my neighbour (who works nights) pull in, in his V8 Mustang, on which he runs summer tires. HMMM. I go outside and ask him how the drive was. Seems we have the only access road in the development that wasn't plowed, and the roads are all clear. So, out I head. Traffic was next to nil, so I had a wonderful drive in today.
I can't get pissed any longer here, it serves no point. So I laugh.
I dearly love it when out of the blue we get fat snow flakes falling. I especially love it if I'm traveling on the interstates. Without fail, someone will SLAM on their brakes, in mortal terror. 20 mph, high beams on, headlight at a frantic flap, elbows raised to the height of their ears. They will then straddle the stripe between lanes, usually preferring the left two lanes. One tends to encounter several of these folks, per mile.
Yes, it means I'm going to be late getting home. But good lord are they funny, in a pathetic sort of way.
