I am a naturally cynical person — a quality professors have alternately admired and found impossible.
I chuckled out loud on the metro when I read on twitter, “Winter storm watch. If you’re new to DC, protocol is to wreck your car while racing out to buy bottled water & canned canned goods.”
Yesterday, as my friend and I walked down the streets of downtown DC we commented, “Man, it is way too warm for as much snow as they are predicting. People are probably exaggerating this; nothing ups news ratings like reports of a major storm headed your way. Maybe we’ll get some wintry mix, a whole lotta slop falling out of the sky.” We giggled about the people skipping the company holiday party to start driving towards their holiday destinations early.
But, before Dan and I had even been seated for dinner on H street, the snow began to fall.
What can I say? I guess I was wrong.
A record December snowfall for DC seems imminent. It’s my first real northeaster, and it’s impressive. I haven’t been in a real snowstorm since I left Colorado 3 years ago.
Metro suspended all above ground service (but plans to run underground service until their regularly scheduled 3am closing). Metrobuses stopped running at 1pm. Most flights in and out of DC have been canceled. But, “living up to its credo, the U.S. Postal Service anticipates normal deliveries on Saturday, except where road closures block routes.”