The Weather Outside Is F*****g Frightful

I was in Syracuse all through the day on Friday, but I had an eye on the weather reports for Buffalo.

Winter Weather Advisory

The three worst words in the English language, if you ask me.

I hate winter.

The freezing fingers, the long underwear, slipping on ice, did I mention the cold...

...and the worst part...

Driving in a weather advisory.

It’s 154 miles from door to door.

I started counting back early on into the trip, but I’d also mentioned that if things got bad I would bail and find a hotel.

100 miles left...

...I texted Home and asked about the weather. (Wasn’t texting and driving).

“Not bad,” was the answer.

Rochester, Batavia...all behind me...still clear.

I had 22 miles to do when I saw my first snowflake.

It was 6:09 p.m.

By 6:15, I was driving at 6 m.p.h., following the lights of the truck in front of me. Unable to see AT ALL!!!

In the next 45 minutes I traveled 7 miles.

I also prayed, sang “The Weather Outside Is F*****g Frightful” and nearly cried.

“I don’t want to die in a snowstorm!” I said to the inside of the car.

At 7:15 my beautiful wife texted:

“Stop at Tim Horton’s and grabbed me a frozen lemonade, please.” She wrote.

A f*****g frozen f*****g lemonade?

I came through the door at 7:41.

One hour and 32 minutes for 22 miles.

I’m not moving the car until Monday.

Why do we live here?

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