Stormy

July 21st, 2009, by The Angry Drunk

I always laugh when some five or ten year trans­plant to Arizona starts run­ning his or her mouth about how much worse the weather is “back home” and how they are all gods among men for their abil­i­ties to nav­i­gate in snow, sleet and hail.

I laugh because I know that they will undoubt­edly be one of the first to get star­tled like a rab­bit and run their car into an embank­ment at the first sign of that rare mir­a­cle that we natives like to call, “rain.”

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  • Gatesbasher

    That’s noth­ing – I live in Seattle, where it rains ALL THE TIME (That’s what we tell tourists, any­way) and if it hasn’t rained for a day or two, when a drop hits their wind­shields, 99% of the morons slam on their brakes. I leave you to imag­ine how they deal with snow.

    Whenever some­body brags to me that they’re from Moose Scrotum Minnesota, or what­ever and that they “know how to drive in snow”, I like to say: “You know, you don’t have to run into them; they can run into you.” I can always tell this is a totally new thought.…