Southerners have real issues with snow. We rarely get snow. If there is the slightest hint of snow, immediately we are instinctively drawn to the local market to buy several gallons of milk, loaves of bread, and cases of beer. We shut everything down once the first flake is spotted. (Although, I have seen school systems call for delays and closings before the clouds actually rolled in to the area.)
If it actually does snow, immediately, we must make miniature snow men and tromp around in it. We have take pictures and post them to facebook . . . because it really might be several more years before snow is seen again. Literally, children can grow up here and never have enough snow to have a proper snow ball fight.
And, after about 6 hours of snow, people start getting whiny and start declaring themselves sick and tired of it and where is spring? By god, this is the south . . . it isn't suppose to snow here!
The Phenom considers snow to be mother nature's personal affront to him. Even if Phenom isn't scheduled to work, there is still the lamenting (and heavy sighing) over the inconvenience of having to spend a day on the couch, having warm beverages brought to him. As if this were somehow different than any other day.
If the 4 inches of stuff on the ground now isn't significantly gone by tomorrow, there is going to be anarchy, mark my words. Southerners can't handle this much snow.
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