Of course, it’s not snowing in Huntsville. We couldn’t get that lucky two years in a row. If it ever does start snowing while I’m at work, though, I’m going home right then. As Todd, Blake, and I joked last night, if it ever snows, we’re not leaving Club Todder, because we’d kill ourselves trying to get out of our apartment complex–if not from the cross-traffic on Toll Gate Road [the major road next to our complex], then from sliding all the way down the hill, across Toll Gate, and into some poor schmuck’s house across the road from us.
You don’t live on a 30% grade and do things like that.
Of course, if Todd can find his Chevy Silverado 1500 Z71 some chains, well, then we might have to try it, if only to have a boatload of fun while we’re doing it … 🙂
But I love the reaction of Southerners when it snows: go to the grocery store and buy milk, bananas, toilet paper, canned goods, etc. I mean, why all that? Just go buy yourself a keg, leave it outside, and have a good time while you’re holed up! Come on, people!?