Snow Doubt About It

(We’ve been getting a lot of snow this week; I measured 7.5 inches before heading to bed last night. I wake up at seven am, an hour earlier than usual, to see if I’ll be able to make it to work, and when I look out this morning, I see that the road outside my house is still covered in snow. Mix that with the fact that the roads were wet last night and it’s now in the mid-20s in Fahrenheit, I decide it’s probably best I do not try to drive to work an hour or more away, knowing if anything happened I could easily become stranded. I try calling the restaurant right away, and the phones aren’t on. No big deal; it’s really early. I check for when the first staff are supposed to show up, which is eight am, and I try back then to find the phones still aren’t on. Half an hour later, still nothing. Finally, at nine am, I get through to a manager.)

Me: “I’m snowed in.”

Manager: “Are you telling me you’re not coming in?”

(Gee, I wonder…)