It's winter. So there is no surprise that there's some snow a-comin'. (A winter storm is on it's way tomorrow afternoon, with an expected snowfall of approx 35 cm -14 in - for my area) But you'd think it was the coming apocalypse with the way people are freaking out around work.
The newspaper has proclaimed it "The worst storm in 2 years!!!!" Um.. considering we got very little snow last year, and only one or two "real dumpings" the year before - that's not saying much.
Compared to what London got a few months ago - this is a dusting. And hey - it's Canada eh? We get snow and sometimes lots of it.
There's an easy way to deal with a snowstorm - stay home.
I learned the lesson the hard way three years ago. I was the senior reporter/interim editor at a newspaper in Port Colborne. It was press day - I HAD to get to work, I convinced myself. The paper wouldn't get printed without me.
So, I backed out of my shoveled parking spot (I was already running late - who has time to shovel?) and promptly got my little Sunfire stuck.
I tromp back in the house, dial the phone. Ring ring. Ring ring. "Hey Dad. I'm stuck"
(This should have been my first clue - Dad was home at 9 am because he didn't go into work. If my parents didn't go into work - I have no business trying. They are crazypants letter carriers... they'll work in ANY weather)
Dad shows up 15 minutes later, gets me unstuck and hands me the keys to Mom's truck. "You won't get stuck again with this. I'll take the car and you can come pick it up after work"
I got to work with no problem - the truck was great - it was high, full of gas and washer fluid and Mom had even left Motley Crue in the CD player.
12 hours later, I finished laying out the paper, sent it off to the presses. It had even stopped snowing by then, but the roads were still snow covered. I called Dad and told him I was on my way. I got in the truck and headed out to pick up my car. Five minutes from work, at the last light out of Port Colborne, I hit the brakes and skid right through a red light. Got nailed in the back end by an SUV that had the right of way.
Getting in an accident is bad enough - when it's your Mom's beloved truck - it's a whole other level of craptastic.
In the end, no one was seriously hurt (I was a little banged up but didn't feel it until the next day), and I learned a very valuable lesson - there are very few things that are so important that you need to put your property, your life, someone else's life in danger. Stay home.
And besides - when you're snowed in - it's just another reason to knit!
And if you're in need of some yarn to keep you warm... Mom just loaded up the shop!