Highway to Hell (or Minnesota Roads in Winter)

It is snowing. A lot. Large fat flakes that manage to conceal the ice that has formed over several days of melting and freezing. Aw Minnesota. The state seems to be known for one of several reasons: the lakes (our 10,000+), the Mall of America, and our weather. Because of the latter, many often joke that our motto should be: "If you don't like the weather, wait ten minutes." That statement has never had a more fitting month. Snow, rain, sleet, more rain, then some more, temperature drops, ice, and snow. Some all in one day.

In any case, these changes in weather inevitably lead to people driving like they've lost their bleeding minds and they are the only people on the roads. In two inches of freshly fallen snow (over ice), the driving becomes more than a little difficult. It becomes a full body activity and an exercise in "Spot the Idiot."

The Idiot of the Day was driving a branding new, yellow SUV. Still had dealer plates. They were showing the rest of the highway exactly how their common sense was equal to that of a brand new baby. They swerved in front of my car, narrowly missed another SUV (again, while changing lanes), tailgated a semi (who was hauling ass), and then drove on the shoulder. Now, if someone wants to recklessly endanger their lives and possibly removing themselves from the breeding pool... fine. However, I don't need him recklessly endangering my life or others. Unfortunately, I wasn't around to witness his eventual skid into a snowbank or ditch. It would have been fitting.

On a separate (yet similar note), work was definitely more difficult today. The weather slowed down our couriers so that some deliveries were delayed. Most of the customers understood... However, one of regulars (who has managed to get our direct line) called us four times to inquiry when her package would arrive. Since she paid for a two day service, it was an afternoon delivery. What really bothered me though was that she had the audacity to ask why it was so late... I managed to not ask whether she had stuck her head out the door lately. Instead, I politely pointed out that the weather was causing a slow down and apologized. Whatever. Some people don't understand.

Beyond those two idiots, I'm enjoying a pleasant Friday evening with the roomie. And the snow is beautiful and I won't have to drive in it until after the plows have arrived. Huzzah!