For the past few days, they've been calling for snow in good ol' K-town. Snow is a relatively rare occurrence here, so of course, panic ensues. Schools were called off before the first flake could fall, grocery stores were packed with people stocking up on bread and milk (what is it about inclement weather that makes people yearn for extra bread and milk? Do you really eat that much bread and milk on a given day anyway?), and salt trucks were at the ready. "1 to 4 inches!" the weather people exclaimed in their "on location" reports in front of the city transportation department or jam-packed grocery stores. (You northern types are smirking at the 1 to 4 inches idea, but here, that's huge! When the city doesn't own any plows, and only a dozen salt trucks, and no one here could even identify a snow blower, 4 inches could shut the city down! Well, mostly. Honestly, we COULD probably drive in it, and go along with our normal lives, but we never have before, so people panic and the city shuts down "just in case").
Well, I woke up this morning and OH MY GOODNESS! WE'LL BE TRAPPED HERE FOR WEEKS! WE GOT...a dusting! You could still see the grass poking through the snow. The roads were completely clear. Of course, all schools and government businesses were closed already, so nobody was driving on those completely clear roads anyway. Well, except for the loyal employees of Ye Ol' Company, who were told that the company would not be closed, and we were expected to be in or be docked a vacation day. So here I am, working on a "snow day" while the rest of the city relaxes at home.
Good thing I have all this extra bread and milk to keep me company.