Geez, I moved here to get away from snow. And when you enjoy several 65-degree days in February, you think you’ve escaped.
And yet, once in a while, we get dusted down here. And my fellow Texans, whose driving skills I have spoken of in a derogatory manner quite often, are no good on snow and/or ice.
But it’s “nice” to see that one of my favorite pet peeves is a universal one: people who don’t clean off their cars after a snowfall. Of course, down here you don’t get the six-inch layers on the roof of your car–which people don’t clean off, then it slides off their car on the highway and comes flying at YOU.
Down here, we get like an inch-and-a-half, which is mostly ice. And like clockwork, I’m moving down the Tollway and watching at least a dozen still-iced cars send chunks flying towards other drivers.
Oh well, at least it’ll be 58 degrees this afternoon and all of it will melt.