I’ve had it (again).
What’s weather drama?
It’s the over exaggeration of winter storms.
Actually, they aren’t even winter storms.
They are days when it is going to snow. You know that happens occasionally during the winter months (unless you are smart enough to live in a warm climate and in that case… the rest of us despise you).
It’s important to understand the subtle difference between a light snow and a blizzard.
When “they” (and I will get to them later) call for 2 inches of snow it isn’t code for “panic”.
But in today’s world it’s what we do.
We are overly dramatic, overly protective, and overly concerned.
It’s almost like we need something bad to happen to us.
When “they” (loser weather people on TV) are given the opportunity, they make every snow event sound like a crisis of historic proportions (unless they
live in Washington D.C… then they were right on the money).
What’s sad is we listen to them.
It’s like we don’t understand what the weather person’s job entails. It isn’t to correctly predict the weather (lucky for them or they would all be unemployed). It’s to drive ratings, get little kids fired up for a Snow Day, and scare old people so they don’t leave their homes.
But they do.
They do leave their homes.
And you know where they go the 24 hours preceding the latest weather catastrophe?
The grocery store.
Not because they need groceries, but because they are trained like Pavlov’s Dog.
Snow = Grocery Store.
Because a 2 inch snow and the lack of milk or bread equals certain death.
If I know one person who died because they ran out of bread, I know a thousand.
We all do it.
We make our way to the store and buy items that we don’t even need because it is going to snow.
Why don’t we eat the food that’s already in our refrigerator? Or in our freezer? Or in the cabinets?
It’s like we need new food for the blizzard that’s not even a blizzard.
We act like every time there are snow flurries, we may have to turn into the Donner Party.
In summary, we are sheep.
We are stupid.
We are pathetic.
Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to go enjoy my brand new package of Oreos.
My wife bought them. At the store.
In anticipation of the storm.
After all, I can’t survive without my Oreos.
Then I’m going outside to shovel the sidewalk.
Well, not so much shovel the sidewalk as brush the light dusting of snow off with a broom.