A few snowflakes blew into Kansas City this morning, and rendered the entire city incapacitated. I got out of work this morning and began the slow crawl home.
Some retard, in a very vintage car, thought it would be a grand idea to go off-roading around the 39th street area. If he were to run into anything, his car would be a total loss because no parts in the world exist to repair the car. He was having a big time spinning his wheels and sliding all over the place in a car I am fairly certain I saw on a Waltons episode once. He almost ran into me twice. The second time, I gave him the finger...which was rather difficult considering I was wearing mittens at the time.