We don't get much frozen precipitation here in North Texas, but we can usually count on getting a taste once or twice a year. More often than not, it's freezing rain that paralyzes the metromess and leaves scads of drivers panicked and stranded atop the ridiculously high overpasses that TXDOT builds.
Well, today is our first "winter storm warning" of the year. True to form, half my co-workers have called in sick at the suggestion that we might get some slippery stuff—and those are the smart ones. The rest of us will gamely attempt to get some work done in between trips to peer apprehensively out the window to see if the stuff that's ticking against the glass is starting to stick. If it goes according to previous years' scripts, our managers will tell us to "go on home so you can beat the weather"; but they won't tell us until it's been pissing down for at least an hour. By that time, the roads will be wall-to-wall white knuckle yokels turning a 45-minute commute into a four-hour crawl.
But maybe we'll get lucky and this will turn out to be a false alarm.
Well, today is our first "winter storm warning" of the year. True to form, half my co-workers have called in sick at the suggestion that we might get some slippery stuff—and those are the smart ones. The rest of us will gamely attempt to get some work done in between trips to peer apprehensively out the window to see if the stuff that's ticking against the glass is starting to stick. If it goes according to previous years' scripts, our managers will tell us to "go on home so you can beat the weather"; but they won't tell us until it's been pissing down for at least an hour. By that time, the roads will be wall-to-wall white knuckle yokels turning a 45-minute commute into a four-hour crawl.
But maybe we'll get lucky and this will turn out to be a false alarm.
1 comment:
You could always hope...but most times if it's not white, it's icky!
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