I thought I'd beat the stampede by getting an early start on my Snowmageddon grocery shopping, only to find out everyone else in town had the same idea. Tensions were running high in the aisles between the Eggos and the eggs as everyone, en masse, tried to beat the crowds. If we're going to be stuck inside for days, then we're all going to need new mayonnaise.
The D.C. area received two inches of snow on Wednesday night, and it took some employees up to eight hours to get home from work. Even President Obama's motorcade did the slip and slide down icy roads back to The White House. Our subway system, the Metro, has announced that it's shutting down later today and it won't reopen until Monday. The good news? Congress says it's okay for kids to sled down Capitol Hill.
It's been a long, hard slog to writing time. But I'm finally here, stocked up on pale ale, original Pringles and toilet paper. I'm not sure what to expect; the only blizzard I've ever stared down is the one sold at Dairy Queen. The DQ employee dramatically holds a full cup of ice cream at arm's length, slowly tips it upside down, and amazingly, nothing falls out. The kids eat it up. Sometimes, life really is about the presentation value.
As Mother Nature presents us with the real deal, I'm trying to chill out a little bit as I watch the dire weather reports on television. This too shall pass, and we'll all be back to our workaholic ways soon enough. If we're worried about anything, it should be making sure that those who need shelter from the storm have it. Let's help each other out, stay safe, and hope the power stays on.
And if we must trek to the grocery store this morning, then we should go easy on the very tired store clerks. They've had to put up with too many of us this week.