Having lived in Michigan for my entire driving life, I’ve had at least my share of snowy driving. Comes with the territory, ya know. And usually, I just, deal.
BUt lately, what fucking karmic event went down to create this latest assault?
Last Friday, we got a bunch of snow. Now, if it’d been a foot, no one would have gone anywhere. Had it been just a few inches, no problem. But, nooooo, it had to snow 7 fucking inches all fucking day. So, pretty much my entire workday was shitty driving. But it stopped early afternoon, so by the time I was heading home (10 pm) even the rural road I live on was clear pavement. 7 inches on the shoulder, but the lanes were clear. NO problem, right? So I pull into my drive, stop at the end of it to pick up mail, get something out of my trunk, and some asshole SUV driver (it would have to be an SUV, wouldn’t it? not that it mattered, but there it was), having the entire muther fucking road to hisself, pulled into the shoulder, thus spraying me with 7 inches worth of slush. Thanks, ever so.
That batch of crap semi melted off with a thaw, but not totally.
which brings me to today. Another fucking storm, thank you, all day long snow fall, still going on, so far some 7 inches (again), snow called for the rest of tonight, predictions anywhere from 8 to 14 inches. I left work at 3 pm to go 8 miles (south) away, pick some one up, take them another 14 miles east. Took us one and a half fucking hours. White out conditions, ice on pavement, snow/slush/hail on top of that. Left them for the 40 mile trip home.
I swear to fucking god there was a 3 mile stretch that I didn’t even get out of first fucking gear. What the hell. It was a 4 lane road, and in true “office space” tradition, 3 out of the 4 lanes were moving, slowly, but at least moving. Which lane was I in? the one not moving, naturally. I don’t think I ever got over 30 mph the entire trip. 2 fucking hours later, I pull into my driveway.
and it’s supposed to snow 5 out of the next 6 days.
goddamn. I want to talk to the manager.