I love snow days in the South. As a born and bred Georgia Peach, I understand the ability to be "snowed in" with only 1-2 inches of snow on the ground. Bless my husband's Yankee heart, he doesn't always "get" us. He moved down here to get away from the cold weather of Indiana. Evidently, when he made this move he didn't figure on the fact that yes, we do get cold weather down here from time to time. And sometimes we even see snow and ice.
The first predictions came in last Friday. That means that the entire weekend was spent with the greater part of the CSRA making the trek to the nearest grocery store to stock up on supplies. Yes, we do realize that by this weekend we'll all probably be wearing short sleeves again, but that won't stop us from getting our much needed bread, milk, batteries, and flashlights. Me? I charged my Kindle last night just in case we lose power. Don't laugh! It can happen. Our trees don't understand these strange substances called "snow" and "ice" weighing down their delicate branches. There WILL be power outages. Maybe not here, but close enough to here to worry about.
My buddy, Lisa, and I stopped by Wal-Mart Saturday night for last minute items. As we headed up to the check out, we were amazed at the four open lanes and the twenty carts parked in each lane. One line was especially long. At first, we figured the sheep just didn't realize there were other lines open. Then we realized it was the only line offering cigarettes. Shaking my head, I headed over to the next line. Soon, a very nice Wal-Mart associate came over to let us know that they would check us out in the Customer Service line. We happily pushed our way over, thankful for the reprieve. I saw one or two other consumers following me and wanted to throw up my hands and shout "Stay back! You weren't called!" The idea that their assumptive behavior could perhaps revoke my checking out privileges were almost to much to bear. After we finished checking out and were headed to the Mommy Van, Lisa and I discussed the question of whether our rescuing associate was a man or woman. There seemed to be some confusion, but as I told Lisa "I don't care what they are, if it'll get me out of Wal-Mart quicker I'll flash shim my ....well nevermind."
