Oh my God, snow is falling, snow is falling. Look, you can see it. Those Weather Channel dudes are out in it, bundled up to their eyebrows in caps and parkas and gloves and mufflers, scooping up handfuls of the stuff to prove that, yes, by God, snow is falling.
Jeez, get a grip. What’s so unusual about a little snow? It is February, you know. In the midwest. What should we have been expecting, a tidal wave? sheesh.
I think we’re all getting a little carried away here, aren’t we? Sure, we’ve had some whopping big storms lately, but not every one of them is destined to be a record-breaking phenomena of unprecedented dimension. Yesterday was just a plain, old, garden variety snowstorm. Nothing more, nothing less.
Even so, they started broadcasting road closings and parking bans and activity cancellations and advisories and warnings long before the first snowflake fell. Wild snowfall predictions were the norm. In the event, however, accumulation was under three inches. Ho freaking hum.
Now, just you watch. I’ll be killed in an avalanche on my way home.
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