Well, we're getting slammed with another lovely New England snowstorm. They are predicting ice followed by heavy rain and flooding, this time. Wonderful. Time to mop the cellar again.
I've told everyone that if the weather is lousy, I won't be going to work tomorrow. I drive like a granny in this sort of weather, but the typical New Englander does not, so I prefer to stay off the road when I can. New England drivers are bad any time of the year, but much worse in snowy conditions.
My biggest gripe is the cell phone driver. We can always tell who is on the cell phone. They clog the middle lane of the highway (that's the freeway, to you west-coasters). Generally they travel 10 to 15 mph slower than the speed limit. They talk with their hands (despite holding a cell phone firmly to their ear with one hand, and attempting to steer with the other). We blaze past them, glaring and cursing and generally letting out as much road rage as possible before the state troopers catch us.
I look forward to the day when the commute to work is as simple as "Beam me up, Scotty". Or when everyone works from home. I worked from home for a while this year, and I loved it. Particularly when it was snowing.
Let it snow. Our plow guy needs to make a living as much as we do.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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Well, was the snow better than spa night?
Yeah, actually, it was. More to follow.
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