I have just lived through a week-long hell. A city shrouded first in white and then in black. It began with a forecast for precipitation, specificially snow. Now, in most parts of the U.S., snow is not really that big of a deal. It is something that expectedly happens during the winter months. However, after my city received a six-inch covering of the white stuff, the entire area went black. Total shutdown mode. Everything cancelled. Martial law put into effect. The problem stems from the fact that where I live, a region of nearly 2 million people, seems to have only a single snow plow in its inventory. To add to the chaos, it seems that this snow plow is firmly affixed to the front bumper of a 1982 Subaru Brat.Compounding the unpreparedness of the local government is the very real inability of the local population to handle their vehicles whenever even a trace of precipitation falls from the sky. Drive down the road after a quick summer rain shower and you will see cars in the ditch every 10 ft. Imagine how that translates when we get even a few inches of snow! Furthermore, according to my keen observatory eye, the worst drivers seem to be those in their uber-huge behemoth SUV-type Range Roving Hummer Excursions. These people drive like little old cronies, white-knuckles gripping the wheel, sweat pouring off their prunish-little brows. Visible yelps emanating from their lips in cartoon-type bubble formations. This whole pathetic scene really grinds my gears.
