I am convinced that South-Central Pennsylvanians have no clue when it comes to snow. It happens every winter. It's not like down South where it snows maybe once a year and you can just shut down. It snows several times each winter and every time you would think the world is about to end.
Seriously, people treat snow like it's Y2K. And I'm convinced the weathermen make it worse. So I rolled my eyes a bit when I walked out the door Monday evening to go to the bowling alley and saw this:
Because I knew there is a good chance cars would be running into each other. Because despite the snowy nature of the climate here, people don't know how to drive in the snow. (Don't slam on the brakes - you'll skid. Just let off the gas!)
And it's not just that. You see, there is a need for people to stock up before every storm. One would think that everyone would be well-stocked with their french toast ingredients (bread, milk and eggs) after having two major snowstorms in the past week.
But alas, no. I got to the alley early, thanks to the light holiday traffic so I swung over to Wegman's to get some snacks for work and bread for my lunch. (Yes, green seedless grapes are still on sale. No, I did not buy any.) Here was the scene at the bread aisle:
It seems somebody went a little crazy with the bread. There must be several people in Hampden township hoarding bread in the basement freezer.
For some reason people here have it ingrained in their skulls that you must buy bread, milk and eggs before any snowstorm regardless of how much you already have and the minimal risk that you will be snowed in for more than one day. It's like the dairy, egg and bakery industries ran some kind of mass brainwashing program in the seventies and now everyone here buys french toast ingredients whenever we're expecting snow.
Oh, and total snowfall accumulation Monday night (into Tuesday)? Less than 1 inch.