Another Snowstorm on the Way

In Virginia, rain, snow, or certain astrological occurrences invite-or perhaps compel—people to drive as though they have a death wish (for the person in the car beside, in front, or behind them). Interpretation of traffic laws is subjective; when the law says that a malfunctioning traffic light is to be treated as a four-way stop, that really means, when you come to the traffic light that’s broken, floor it. The goal, apparently is to drive your car right straight up the tailpipe of the car in front of you.

Of course, the official vehicles have to get into the fun too. Last week, with snow covered streets—packed down, like driving on a washboard—I watched snow plows driving over the snowy streets with their snow blades up in the air. To foolish me, if you only have a few snow plows—as often is the case in the south—and that plow is on a major street with snow, it should be plowing. However, that does not seem to be the case.

Today’s snow won’t start until about 9:00 AM. The schools are closed, but I have to go to work; we’ll probably get an early release just as the snow builds up. I think various high-level management mucky-mucks have family in the collision and dent business. I can’t prove it, but it makes sense.

If I survive (picture theatrical pose with the back of my hand to my forehead and a resigned look on my face) I’ll try to write tomorrow.