I'm sitting here dealing with a foot of snow. In North Texas.
We have one snowplow in this city, powered by a geriatric mule and controlled by a team of drunk monkeys. Salt trucks? What the hell are those used for?!
Supposedly they called in plows and shit from Amarillo and Gainesville. Haven't seen any evidence of this.
Buffalo can clear 48 inches in a day or two. We can't even come close to clearing 4-12 inches in 36 hours.
We're supposed to be in Dallas tonight (tomorrow at the VERY latest) and am dealing with a mother in law who won't stop complaining because an inch of snow concerns her, whereas a foot completely freaks her out because she's never seen it before. Compare this to me-- born in Iowa, raised in Ohio, college in Boston. Where I'm from, this is just called Tuesday. Down here, it's a major event where people can't figure out how to get out their door, and if they do manage to get out the door, they find themselves in the car having a nervous breakdown because the car won't move.
I hate Texas. Merry fucking Christmas to you all.