wouldn't bother gassing up the plows in minneapolis

In November, it was funny watching hapless Seattlites thrown into a nearly vaudevillian panic over a few inches of snow. They called it a "storm", and I chuckled. They abandoned their cars on the side of the road, and I pointed and laughed. The inability of Seattle (most notably the East suburbs) to handle what wouldn't engender a comment from the most pantywaisted Midwesterner was pure entertainment.

Until last night. What in god's name is wrong with these people?

I sat (as a passenger) in traffic for two-and-half hours to go no more than 12 miles. I watched light after light cycle from red to green to yellow and back to red over and over and over and over. I watched idiots putting tire chains on to drive on wet roads. Not icy. Not covered in snowpack. Just wet. Idiots

Where snow did accumulate on the road, I watched another idiot spin his tires (throttle wide open, no doubt), slide out-of-control until he hit the curb, and start all over again; throttle wide open, tires spinning, and going nowhere.

The weather is not the problem. It's the idiots who drive here. You'd think people who drive Outbacks and Explorers and live sixty-fucking-miles from a goddamned mountain would know how to drive in inclement weather.