It snowed here Sunday evening, and since we spend Christmas morning with L’s parents and the evening with mine, we had to drive through it.
It wasn’t a note-worthy drive because it was the first snow — that happened weeks ago. It wasn’t snowing especially hard, the roads weren’t glassed over with ice, and you could generally see things farther away than your hood ornament when you looked out the window.
So, why blog about unremarkable snow? Because people can’t drive. There were at least four accidents that featured cars with the headlights no longer pointed forward, and at least one case of tires not pointed down. You would think that, living in Michigan, people wouldn’t be flying off of the road like they’re giving out free t-shirts every time it snows. Okay, I would think that. I do think that, in fact — even though I’ve been living here a while.