My Dragons
The Street Where I Live
I hope the girl from my office who was hoping for "a blizzard" is happy, because we sure did get hammered. I didn't realize it was supposed to snow last night, but I saw the start of it at about 10.
I had to drive up into East Liberty to get some blood tests done this morning (it was supposed to be Saturday, but they couldn't find my insurance info in the system and my card has managed to run away), and I made the singularly poor choice to try going up Main Street to go through Bloomfield. The street was covered in snow, of course, which in itself wouldn't have been a problem except that, halfway up, the guy in front of me decided to stop for no apparent reason. And the guy behind me was practically driving up my tailpipe, and I have a standard transmission (which is nice in general, but in this situation totally sucked). I had to do the hill-starting dance with very little margin for error.
On the whole, the driving itself wasn't so bad; it was the people who have no clue who were giving me fits. On the one hand you have the assholes who think that four-wheel drive means they don't have to act like anything's different at all; those are the ones going 10 mph over the speed limit (though I was pleased, on a few occasions, to see someone in a truck fishtailing on a surface I then drove over with no problem). Then there are the ones who decide that "snow" equals "go 2 miles an hour".
Plus, of course, there's the fact that my street just never gets plowed at all, and Lawrenceville as a whole only when someone gets around to it. All things considered I'll just be glad to get home this evening.