Onoes, Itz snowing!!!!

Here we go again.

Mega snowstorm coming up from the south, they say it’ll turn into a Nor’easter, and they estimate we’ll get up to 24 inches of snow.

Now, the title for this post isn’t what I said when all this started heading our way – I do however get the feeling it’s a scream of anguish heard across the entire DC region a lot today.

Why?

Because DC grinds to an almighty halt the moment more than 3 snowflakes appear!

I bet Florida or Hawaii could handle snow better than DC.

It’s not so much the DC Government’s response that I’m talking about, but the response of the DC residents themselves.

They act like they’ve never seen snow before!

This is perhaps best explained by going into what I call the “Driver Dinosaur Syndrome”, to sum up DC drivers at times like this.

The dinosaurs, you may recall, died out because, effectively, they couldn’t adapt to intense climactic change.

DC drivers seem to have the same problem.

Consider this: They wake up in the morning, the sun is shining, all is well, they drive to work.  Then they come out for lunch … BUT … it’s raining.

For some totally incomprehensible reason this stuns a good number of drivers.  They continue to drive as if they were in dry conditions – end result, they crash.

Those that don’t (Darwin at work) manage to return to their work places, and over the rest of the afternoon make the gradual shift into driving in the rain modes.

But when they leave work – the sun is shining again.  This totally confuses them – end result, they crash.

Driver Dinosaur Syndrome.

Give the DC Driver Dinosaurs some snow to contend with, and they go into a total blind panic, because neither dry- nor wet-weather driving modes work for them – end result?  You get the idea.

The real danger is that being anywhere near the DC Driver Dinosaurs is a little like being a small mammal in the primordial rainforest just as one of those prehistoric behemoths keels over from the weather and lands on top of you.

Then there’s the town’s Department of Public Works.

They’re great people, make no mistake!

There’s just one slight problem.

When they plow our little street, the blade angle shoves all the snow into a huge four or five foot berm by the side of the road.

Right across our driveway.

Which effectively traps us in the house.  There’s no way to get enough room in that berm to start shovelling our way through.

Thankfully, there’s Neighbors Helping Neighbors, a great bunch of volunteers who usually can get someone here to help break a path sufficient for us to get out there and finish the job.

So in that respect at least, the “Onoes” is coming from us.

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