11/29/2006: "Where Am I?"

Where Am I?

All of a sudden I feel like I am in Wisconsin. There is snow. There is ice. And, it's fricking cold. It was actually warmer in Denver, Iceland, and Alaska yesterday. Unbelievable. Monday was horrid...it took me four hours to get home. That is not an exaggeration. I left work at 5 and pulled into the Safeway next to my house at 8:45. I had prepared to write a scathing assessment of Washington drivers and their inability to drive given any kind of inclement weather, and often in lovely weather either. About how I don't understand how they thought driving one mile an hour up the hills was going to help them crest the top without spinning their tires. About how ridiculous it is that their fricking enormous four wheel drive SUVs were landing in the ditch and stinking up the air with their spinning tires while my puny Neon performed admirably. About how close they were to a short, chubby Wisconsin-born female going ninja on their asses, her mouth overflowing with so many explitives that she had to start making some up because the current ones weren't effective anymore. But I am weary of recounting the drama and will instead just smile and wave. It's supposed to storm again tonight, but I am working from home...I have thwarted your efforts, Washingtonians! Take that!