It's raining in Los Angeles, and you'd think the world has ended.
My students come gasping into the classroom wearing clothes that suggest ice fishing or a trek across Antarctica, not a one hundred foot dash between the (covered) parking lot and the school building.
Everyone, including me, talks about "the weather" as if it's the only important, terrifying thing that has ever happened. "Isn't the weather horrible?" "I can't stand the weather!" "I just love the weather when it rains!" I just blamed my bad mood on "the weather" so I'm culpable too.
The weather, the weather, the weather!
People call in sick to work. Freeways are a mess. Certain freeways and boulevards are avenues of wet nothing, because everyone is afraid to drive in "the weather." I sort of don't blame them. Los Angeles isn't exactly built for rain, nor is the sandy, crumbly earth particularly receptive to it. Still. You'd think we were having a cataclysm.
The news stations call it "Storm Watch 2008." Watch out for the storm! Watch out for the 55 degree temperatures and the moderate drizzle!
AAAAUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!!!!


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Seriously? People? My fellow San Diegans? Really? You needed to slow down the freeways to bleeping 3 mph for THIS?
Dear GOD, what I wouldn't give to smack all your asses down in the middle of a blowing, drifting two-lane unmarked country road in the middle of a blizzard, you algae-sprouting douchebags.
(Why, yes, I really would like to force "driving on a damp surface" into the practical portion of the licensing exam out here. I am going home in a few minutes--it's 2 pm--and continuing to work from home; if I were to leave any time after 3, I'd be guaranteed not to see my home or dog for hours. We live a whole 12 miles of wet road away, you see.)
It must be something in the water that causes people to forget how to drive when rain falls. The odd thing is, is that so many Californians are from the Midwest and East Coast where they actually have weather. At least as a San Diego native I have an excuse.
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(Slightly damp) thumb up.
And, I may be wrong about this, but haven't we been on storm watch since early Satur-fucking-day?
I must admit, the canyon really was hell to drive this morning---rocks down everywhere--and you have to wonder how you'd react if some of those big ones came down as you were driving by---but REALLY--PEOPLE--get a grip.
If I saw one more person in a full-on winter coat, hat, gloves, boots and scarf today I might have screamed. It was 55 degrees. That's a day in June on Nantucket!
You are hilarious. I just read your response (along with Foolisht"s original post) to my husband----I hope those are just temporary convulsions he's experiencing.
Except that I had to shovel the damn Storm Watch snow. sigh.
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