Let It Snow

I was just looking at the weather forecast for tomorrow and it’s supposed to snow. I don’t believe it. I’ve learned a few things from living in Atlanta for almost a decade. BTW, I’m aware that this it one rambling, off point, tangentized post. Just run with it. It’s how my brain works.




#1 It never snows on the first try. It usually takes three false alarms before the white stuff starts to fall. I’ve been known to smirk and make jerky comments at the weather people when they announce snow. That’s pretty strange of me, maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned that or at the very least deleted it instead of writing about how strange it is that I wrote and didn’t delete it. LOL But for real, Atlanta goes into panic mode over the threat and then it turns out to be nothing most of the time. Schools often close for no reason. I gotta get me some kids so I can use them as an excuse to stay home from workl next time the forecast calls for snow.



#2 It never snows when people expect it to. Usually it’s a major shock when it starts snowing. Then you see people panicking about how much bread and water they have as if they think the new Ice Age is upon us. They don’t realize that even if schools are closed, Kroger is not closing and even if Kroger closes, QT will be open and even if they aren’t open, then the South Asian that runs the corner market is going to be open. And even if they close… they ain’t gonna close. Them joints stay open selling their incense, cigarettes, and energy drinks no matter whether it’s a hurricane, blizzard or police shooting next door. I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to find food for those 4-6 hours that it’s snowing.



#3 Most annoyingly, it never snows when I’m supposed to go to work. I don’t have to work tomorrow, so watch me be wrong about points 1 and 2 this time. I bet I’ll wake up to a blanket of snow covering my car, and trying to figure out where in the world I put my gloves. No matter how old I get, the first snow of the season requires me to make at least 2 or 3 snowballs and throw them at the building across the way from me. I just thought about it, somebody lives there now, so I’ll have to find a new target. Maybe I’ll throw snow at passing cars like we used to do when I was a mischievous kid in New York. Nah, I might get shot. Whatever happens, I already know that the snow will be gone by Monday when it’s time to come back to work. It’ll be all clear. No free snow day for me. In ten years working here, I’ve only had one day that was called off by weather.. and that was a tropical storm, not snow. It just always falls on my days off.