Go on. Chortle from deep in your belly. We southerners just can't handle snow.
Actually, we can't even handle the idea snow might fall. The word 'snow' makes us all dash to the grocery for white bread and milk to sustain us through a meager dusting, but we all do our duty and panic unmercifully and watch the weather continuously just in case a rogue flake rears its ugly head.
We're expected to get a dusting tomorrow.
A dusting, mind you, and schools are closing left and right. Some are releasing kids tomorrow at noon. I remember a few years ago we canceled school for the threat of snow which never fruitioned.
Go on. Laugh.
Now, I concede that we don't have the ability to handle snow like the north does. Salt trucks are limited and I honestly have never seen a plow. Ice IS dangerous. We, as drivers, are ill equipped with the know-how in order to navigate in icy conditions. No one is arguing that, but the chicken little routine is over the top.
So, now I've said this and the reports will be wrong and we'll wind up getting 3-4 inches which would constitute a major snowfall in this area. The white bread and milk may not be such a bad idea after all....but I may just substitute my panic for beer and frozen pizza.