Let it snow!

Snow in the South is a rare occurrence. On the day of its arrival, the anticipation was as thick as the flurries. By 1pm EST, the first flakes began to fall outside my office. Calls, texts, and emails flew as the snow fell. By 3pm, the ground was covered. The local TV and radio stations were advising viewers and listeners to head home as soon as possible to avoid the soon-to-be icy roads. My office closed an hour early, and apparently so did everyone else. My usual 30-minute commute took an hour as panicked commuters jockeyed for position on the road.

Rock salt quickly sold out of local hardware stores, and pool salt became the next hot commodity. Grocery stores sold out of milk and bread. As if an 8-hour “snowstorm” will result in the need to be holed up for days. The temperatures dropped below freezing overnight, wrecking havoc on our unprepared streets. Accidents abounded – about 300 state-wide, according to the state patrol officials. By 3pm the next day, the roads were clear, and the majority of the snow had melted.

Pictures sprang up fast and furious on Facebook, as my fellow Southerners reveled in the cold, white stuff. Of course, I had to join in. I even dragged my poor little dog outside. He was not a happy camper.