Ok, we blew it. Six inches of snow and suddenly Washington wasn’t just gridlocked, it was a Siberian prison.
Cars were simply abandoned on major roadways. Like a tidal wave was coming and we couldn’t wait any longer.
Everyone has these stories from Wednesday. My partner’s wife left downtown at 4 p.m. and arrived in Centreville at 2 a.m. That’s 10 hours. I could be in Atlanta in 10 hours.
My boss’ usual 15-minute commute was 5 hours. My brother-in-law needed 8 hours.
What is going on?
I recently wrote that Washingtonians hate being reminded over how badly we handle snow – especially by northerners. But after this fiasco, we get what we deserve – humiliation.
The only upside is I managed to shovel out without too much trouble. A couple of one-hour stints. Guess after last winter anything less than a foot is nothing so 6 inches was doable.
But then again, I wasn’t driving.