The people of Philadelphia have either never experienced snow or they had forgotten they get the same white fluffy stuff every winter. It's like summer recess in school. You learn things all year long, and then over the summer you forget it all.
They knew how to drive in it last year, but this year they all short-circuited.
This morning I was the driver in our "carpool", and I'll admit, it's acceptable to go slow when it's snowing. It's actually probably encouraged by most; however, five..maybe ten miles an hour is a teeny tiny bit too slow. The citizens of Philly were going so slow that they actually stalled going up hills. Of course they would then spin out trying to start moving again.
To say the least, it was a mess.
Snow has been steadily accumulating all day, and tonight the boy and I went to the gym at our complex (because my school's gym closed early). I generally dislike our complex gym because of the amount of equipment they have, but tonight I actually snagged a treadmill.
Walking to the gym from our tower isn't that far, and on the way there it wasn't that bad. On the way back though, it was terrible.
Icy, sleety, spiky (yes, snow can be spiky, or at least feel like it), all around terrible snow was coming down. Actually, it was attacking us. We just wanted to get inside asap. Good idea!
Wrong.
We walk out into the parking lot, and here lies Mr. East Coast Driver. I swear everyone here is afraid of snow. They can't even walk to the gym. They have to drive there.
Rear wheel drive, big boat of a car. Spinning his tires until it smelled so strongly of rubber I was choking. The boy, being as nice as he is, decides it's time to be Macho Man. He tries to push him out of what "rut" he was in. I honestly have no idea how this guy got stuck in three inches of snow, but regardless.
For the boy's heroic efforts he, and some other kind gentleman, get face-washed with all of the slushy slop shooting out from underneath Mr. East Coast Driver's back tires as a "thank you". They still couldn't move him after quite a few tries, and I was pretty sure he broke the car. We were getting soaked and attacked with snow, and kind gentleman had already decided it was time to leave, so I was proverbially tugging on the boy's sleeve to go.
We made it inside after doing our good deed for the day.
Here's the consequence of standing in Blitzkrieg Blizzard forever.
And here's a view from our window. Notice all of the lousy park jobs. Told you, snow changes everything.
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