Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Panic Grips Connecticut. Again.
I live in the Northeast. Specifically New England; more specifically, Connecticut; and even MORE specifically Meriden, CT. Being that we are in the Northeast quadrant of the United States, we tend to get snow every year, usually in the winter months. This is not some spectacular phenomenon, it doesn't catch us by surprise and, in fact, it is EXPECTED annually. We dont get a Buffalo, NY level of snow, where they stop measuring in inches and just use feet. We don't even get a Utica, NY level of snow, which can usually end up being knee-to-waist deep. We get about the same amount of snow as most of Massachussetts, New York City and, to a lesser extent, Pennsylvania. Now, the weathermen up around here usually can forecast snow 3 to 4 days in advance, and are usually fairly accurate as to how much snow we get at any given time. This is all necessary information for the rest of this post.
A couple days ago, it was announced that Connecticut, once again, was going to get blasted by snow on Wednesday afternoon through the evening. Just this morning, everyone said we should get between 5 and 8 inches of snow; certainly not a devastating or crippling amount of snow by any stretch of the imagination, though it is more than we usually get in a single snowfall. I had to drop off my brother at work at Wal-Mart today at 6:00 PM. As I was exiting the consumerist superpower, I noticed a man in his early 40's. He seemed to be struggling with his carriage, so I decided to look at what he was purchasing:
Twenty-Four 1-gallon jugs of drinking water.
That's 24 GALLONS of water. So, I looked in his carriage, then back at him, then back at the carriage again. And, while I was standing there, contemplating the fact that people by gallons of water by the dozen, I felt a small portion of my evil brain spontaneously combust. In what world, in what plane of existence, would a 5 INCH SNOWFALL constitute the necessity of 24 gallons of water? Why, in the name of all that is sweet and good in Odin's Beard, would you feel the need to stock up on water during a snowfall that wouldn't even cover my cock? How do you drive to Wal-Mart during the beginning of a snowstorm, pass by the beverage aisle, glance over at the Wal-Mart-brand gallon jugs of water and think "Fuck! There's snow everywhere and it might last until...well..until later tomorrow! I don't know if I can survive until then, I'd better stock up on WATER!!"
It boggles the mind how people who live in Connecticut, who have lived in Connecticut for most of thier lives, can consistently freak the fuck out over a little fucking SNOW every fucking year.
Oh, and learn how to drive, fuckwads. Don't blast down a residential road at 40 mph and be surprised when you spin out into someone's mailbox. And the parking lights are for PARKING, headlights are for DRIVING.
God, I hate people.
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I live in the Northeast. Specifically New England; more specifically, Connecticut; and even MORE specifically Meriden, CT. Being that we are in the Northeast quadrant of the United States, we tend to get snow every year, usually in the winter months. This is not some spectacular phenomenon, it doesn't catch us by surprise and, in fact, it is EXPECTED annually. We dont get a Buffalo, NY level of snow, where they stop measuring in inches and just use feet. We don't even get a Utica, NY level of snow, which can usually end up being knee-to-waist deep. We get about the same amount of snow as most of Massachussetts, New York City and, to a lesser extent, Pennsylvania. Now, the weathermen up around here usually can forecast snow 3 to 4 days in advance, and are usually fairly accurate as to how much snow we get at any given time. This is all necessary information for the rest of this post.
A couple days ago, it was announced that Connecticut, once again, was going to get blasted by snow on Wednesday afternoon through the evening. Just this morning, everyone said we should get between 5 and 8 inches of snow; certainly not a devastating or crippling amount of snow by any stretch of the imagination, though it is more than we usually get in a single snowfall. I had to drop off my brother at work at Wal-Mart today at 6:00 PM. As I was exiting the consumerist superpower, I noticed a man in his early 40's. He seemed to be struggling with his carriage, so I decided to look at what he was purchasing:
Twenty-Four 1-gallon jugs of drinking water.
That's 24 GALLONS of water. So, I looked in his carriage, then back at him, then back at the carriage again. And, while I was standing there, contemplating the fact that people by gallons of water by the dozen, I felt a small portion of my evil brain spontaneously combust. In what world, in what plane of existence, would a 5 INCH SNOWFALL constitute the necessity of 24 gallons of water? Why, in the name of all that is sweet and good in Odin's Beard, would you feel the need to stock up on water during a snowfall that wouldn't even cover my cock? How do you drive to Wal-Mart during the beginning of a snowstorm, pass by the beverage aisle, glance over at the Wal-Mart-brand gallon jugs of water and think "Fuck! There's snow everywhere and it might last until...well..until later tomorrow! I don't know if I can survive until then, I'd better stock up on WATER!!"
It boggles the mind how people who live in Connecticut, who have lived in Connecticut for most of thier lives, can consistently freak the fuck out over a little fucking SNOW every fucking year.
Oh, and learn how to drive, fuckwads. Don't blast down a residential road at 40 mph and be surprised when you spin out into someone's mailbox. And the parking lights are for PARKING, headlights are for DRIVING.
God, I hate people.
