We have been spared the panic-worthy stories for the most part, but they are starting to trickle in.
The Washington Post brings us the picture of some poor sap in Silver Spring who had more than the usual trouble driving in a blizzard.
We have been spared the panic-worthy stories for the most part, but they are starting to trickle in.
The Washington Post brings us the picture of some poor sap in Silver Spring who had more than the usual trouble driving in a blizzard.
"I helped push seven cars out of trouble, but then when I looked back, I couldn't get no one to help me," he said. So he left his Oldsmobile Alero on the side of the ramp, and started the long walk to a Giant to get a ride from a friend.
For almost 15 minutes, she tried to wave down every passing car. A string of BMWs and Audis passed by, but the drivers wouldn't make eye contact, as though even a look would oblige them to help.(Disclaimer: Dr. Snowpanic gets around town in a 2001 Honda -- with four-wheel drive, of course.) So who stops to help her? "A short man driving one of the oldest, most beaten-up cars she'd ever seen." Of course -- I also picture him as balding, with a potbelly.
