The weather outside isn't THAT frightful...

So, um, it snowed the other day. Not a lot, mind, but there was enough to cover the ground white. And unlike eastern Canada, which has been getting blizzards dumping literal meters of snow, out west on Vancouver Island we got maybe two inches. At the very most. And it was the type of snow that, while it did stick to the ground, it was pretty much washed away by the rain within 24 hours.

AND YET! When Dad and I stopped off at work briefly, to drop off a case of paper, one of his co-workers says to us, "Boy, I was sure glad I had my Hummer this morning!"

For the negligible amount of snow!?! I'm sorry, but six cemeteries of snow is not anywhere near enough to stop a freaking Vespa, let alone a bloody Hummer! Hell, think of the absolute shittiest beater car you can imagine, the type of car that's being held together by duct tape and hope, and know that it would have had no more trouble driving through the snow the other day then it would have while driving on a rainy day.

And that co-worker was hardly the only person we heard whining about the weather. Just the most offencive.

Stop complaining about the weather, you tossers! It isn't that bad!





Also, I think I caught a case of pink eye, and that completely makes my fucking week.