We are getting something like two feet of snow right now.
I didn't expect this to be a problem since mountain towns have to deal with this all the time. This morning, however, I found myself sitting in traffic (yes traffic) that was reminiscent of a D.C. rush hour on the Beltway.
I don't doubt the area's ability to deal with lots of snow, and from the highway patrol in the intersection on the road I take to work, I can only assume an accident was responsible for the hold up. This meant "traffic" was redirected, forcing everyone to a side road, which resulted in moving about an inch a minute.
This was only a problem (for me) because I was on my way to an 8:30 a.m. staff meeting at the kitchen store and had to call in to say I would be late. I was reminded of a previous post in which I joked about Colorado employers expecting you to chain-up, or ski or snowshoe to work if snow becomes an issue.
So, I was a little concerned. Turns out I wasn't the only staffer detoured and I still have a job (which was in question yesterday after I incorrectly tagged some napkins and placemats).
Now, here I sit at my favorite little bookstore, killing some time and watching the snow fall before I have to go back to work for my regular shift.
Oh, and for those of you who have been following my posts and now my obsession with good foam...The Bookworm knows what's up.