A great firsthand account of some special snowflakes in the current Atlanta snowpocolypse.
Here's a hint: if there's a hill in the road, and the locals put traffic cones at the top when it snows and a sign saying DO NOT USE THIS HILL, and they all pull out lawn chairs and have a cookout to watch over and help out the eight other cars which have already slid off the road while attempting to use the hill (despite the cones and the signs), a smart person would not drive on that hill. Apparently not everyone is that smart.
I'm a northern girl. I know how to drive in snow and ice. But I also know to heed local warnings and if it's really bad, I just don't bother going out.
Where I grew up, there was a brutal hill on the road out to our place. Our bus was often cancelled when practically every other bus in the district would still be running. We got used to it. If it was really bad, there was an alternate route that took about 4 times as long so we didn't take it very often. One morning, it was so bad that people were using the turn around at the bottom of our driveway to turn around and go back home. My Mom was in her car to head out for work when a neighbour pulled in. 'Yo, Mrs. Jones, where are you heading,' and when Mom told him what she was doing, he said, 'No, I don't think you are. You need to go right back inside and phone everyone to tell them you aren't going to make it.' Now my Mom didn't take kindly to people telling her what to do but she took one look at his face and decided to do exactly what he said. In fact, she invited him in for coffee. We had so many people stop in our driveway that day that we joked about putting up a sign: Coffee and a hot tub - 5 bucks
That photo and the party on the sidelines just reminded me of that day. I love impromptu neighbourhood parties like that.