In my neck of the woods, we rarely get snow, so people flip out when we do. For some reason, there is always a run on milk and bread at the market (my friends seem to make the liquor store more of a priority), and Nashville drivers, who are notoriously bad when it's 70 and sunny, are even worse in the snowy, briny mix--typically, they attempt to dodge the snowflakes in their Chevy Blazers.
The big independent schools in Nashville all pride themselves on their toughness when it comes to letting out for snow. Heeck, when I was a senior, we had a freak blizzard that shut down Kentucky and most of Tennessee, and MBA, my alma mater, started school only two hours late for the week. The state government, the Nashville government and United Methodist Communications were all closed. The area of town that MBA mainly serviced was in blackout. My classmates had no electricity, but they did take their exams.
Today's snow wasn't supposed to come until midmorning so I was there was no way my employer, my alma mater's closest competition, would call off school. I was shocked when I stepped out of the shower and saw my phone flashing. Sure enough, no school.
Once upon a time, I would take my flexible flyer sled to the hills and play until every layer of clothing was soaked through. Today, I went on errands with my parents. Yes, I do know how to have fun: to Freshmareket, the dry cleaners, and the auto mechanic with dad and to CVS with mom. Incidentally, CVS/Brentwood is the most claustrophobia-inducing places I've ever been.
At the market I rented some WOEFULLY poor movies, including G.I. Joe. Man. Was. It. Bad. More on that later.
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