I'll start with one of my own. I only work 5 miles from work. I left about 1:00pm and it took me about an hour to get home. Ironically, I decided to go for a run in the snow when I got home (because its awesome) and I traveled 5 miles in about 40 minutes... 20 minutes faster than it took me to drive...
So share your stories in the comments section. I'll post some of the best ones, and enjoy reading everyone else's!
I think my favorite is turning on the news and hearing about the "exodus" out of atlanta..... seriously people? so not the drama
ReplyDeleteI love the south with a passion. That being said, I was cruising back from class today (GCSU didn't get canceled until 11:30) and as soon as a couple flurries fell from the sky..you better believe the locals pushed their panic button. One guy was blasting some Tyga with his windows rolled down and his hazard lights flashing. It was like a Mocal Rave going down right there in front of Walmart. And speaking of Walmart..the bread aisle is completely non-existent. Gotta love GA when it snows! PS...Still waiting on the snow Milledgeville...
DeleteI woke up this morning skeptical of any change in weather. Growing up in the South, any word of snow or semi-cold wind usually forces the economy into an unofficial halt and the doomsday preppers to come out of their nuclear fallout shelters in a panicked run to the nearest grocer.
ReplyDeletesee video for reference of panicked run
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2AWyT7lPpc
However, growing up in the South I also learned another thing about these mystical snowy forecasts- rarely do they come to fruition.
Today I was wrong. Dead wrong.
I stepped outside and suddenly found my self staring into a white abyss as an unknown sensation graced across my face. Stinging pricks of cold landed on my cheeks and nose as I stood there in wonderment. Was this snow? Were the newscasters right?
Somewhere off in the distance I could hear sirens and people being worse drivers than their usual selves.
I could tell it was snow.
I ran back inside as fast as I could to catch my bearings and still my heart. The beats of my heart seemed to be fueled by something different today. Fear. This white phenomena had been plaguing the North country for months but it was inconceivable to me that this could happen here. In MY home town.
I had to brave it. I had to go to work.
I bundled up to make the trek to work as if I were traveling by horse and carriage. If vietnam didn't kill me, this winter apocalypse wouldn't either.
I stepped outside once again after a short prayer and shot of liquid courage itself, Sunny Delight. I would make it to work and laugh in the face of this history altering storm as if to say, "I'm going to make it to work Storm, and I'm going to laugh in your face!"
But I never made it to work…
My boss called me as I was getting ready and told me work was cancelled.
I was saved. I thought I understood Sovereign grace, but this opened my eyes only wider.
However, I was still in a predicament. I needed the mail. I was expecting a very important letter from my fiancé over seas. We hadn't spoken in what seemed to be a soul deadening 6 months. Her wretched step-father had shipped her off to school in the English country side, but my love for her is greater than the deepest depths of the oceans that separates us. Nary do I doubt her lover for me is the same, and yet, I weep for her every night. My tears are but symbols of my broken heart bleeding for her embrace.
I was going to the mailbox, whether the storm wanted me too or not.
I bundled up like Ralphie's brother and got a running start toward the door. I burst through only to be met by the fierce breath of wintery anger. The snow had gained headway and built quite an army in the neighborhood. The snow trampled the ground like the buffalo of old and stomped the color out of the normal hustle and bustle of my street and suffocated the life from its inhabitants. I, on the other hand. was not one to me suffocated.
The distance from my door to the mail box is a mere 20 yards, but not today. I can no longer measure the distance in feet or meters, I can only measure in time. In fact as I write this I am enclosed in an igloo I found on the way to the mail box. Some one was here recently. The coals are still warm and I can still faintly smell the human waste left in the corner. I am bunking down for the night, the risks are too high to stumble through the dark of night. I hope to see you again when all this is over. I have no source of food other than a couple raisins I found in my jacket pocket, and I have no source of heat. I can only rely on my love for Eleanor to warm me form the inside out.
Good night, Don't let the Frost Bite.
Matt