That alternate title was for you, Dad.
Jonathan worked the closing shift last night. The restaurant closes at 9:00 and most nights they have an 8:55 rush of mall employees getting their chicken fix in before heading home. Then there’s drawer counting and clean up and generally he’s home between 10:30 and 11:00. Last night he walked through the door at 9:25 pm. Scared me a little, but the shock soon became amusement.
You see there was a “snow event” forecast for Saint Louis from middle of the day Monday until some time early Wednesday morning with an expected accumulation of 3 – 5 inches. Everyone was ready. The city and county had pre-salted all the roads before the snow even began to fall, and apparently all of West County had huddled down in their houses, forsaking even their chicken and waffle fries. It was so slow at Chick-Fil-A, that when 9 pm rolled around, all Jonathan had to do was essentially shut off the lights.
“I would have been home ten minutes ago! Except apparently people in Missouri don’t know how to drive in snow!” announced my disgusted husband as he walked through the door. “I mean, the interstate was clear and dry and the snow was so dry it was just blowing across the road. But everyone was doing 35! 35! I felt like honking at them as I went past!”
His frustration was making me giggle. He didn’t appear to notice.
“Then there would be a gust of wind, and some snow would drift across the road and everyone slammed on their brakes! SLAMMED ON BRAKES! What were they thinking! For dry drifting snow! On dry pavement!”
Today (Tuesday) he’s working 9 – 5. He left 45 minutes early because the parking lot looked like this:
“I’m not worried about the roads. They spread so much salt last night. But everyone’s probably driving five miles an hour out there.” he muttered as he walked out the door.
The snow is still falling and I’ll be taking the children out to play in it, as soon as I hit “post.” I can’t wait to hear what he has to report about driving in Saint Louis when he gets home tonight around 5:30.