I know for many who live elsewhere wonder why Southerners are
paranoid about snow? Well it’s simple. We get less than a few days of it a
year, if that, so local governments spend NO
money on dealing with it. We raid the supermarkets, get off the roads, and hope
that the weather people aren’t crying wolf. (Because
they know we hate snow and will watch their news programs if they are talking
about it.)
Yesterday, the day before the dreaded fluffy white death
fell from the sky, the news stations ran 24-7 warning us of the three to four inches
of doom that would fall. Not to mention email and texting alerts on cell
phones. And today, schools, churches, and business closed while the governor
declared a state of emergency. If anyone ever wants to write about a true apocalypse,
come down to the South when it snows and watch how we react. If aliens truly
came to earth, those of us under the Mason-Dixon line know exactly what to do.
My friends from New Jersey
snicker when I tell them all the problems that our three to four inches is
causing, while they deal with two feet of the stuff. But I smile, pull my hot chocolate to my mouth, on my day off, and say
“Wait for the summer, then we’ll see who’s complaining.”
I took a few pictures of the raid left on the Supermarket.
It’s about what they show in the movies, but not quite.
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