The Atlanta Weather Debacle
So it snowed in Atlanta earlier this week. A place that doesn’t normally see the falling white stuff was about to get hit by a monster winter storm. It was a big deal, jack. They even named it Winter Storm Leon, just so everybody knew it was a big deal. Everybody braced for it. The authorities got the salt trucks ready… all four of them. Then it hit, dumping a whopping two and a half inches of snow on Hotlanta. The rest of us laughed. Two and a half inches, bro?? Really? But here’s why it wasn’t funny:
You see, for those of us that live in the God-forsaken parts of this great country where two and a half inches of snow is only a minor inconvenience, our perception is that others just don’t know how to drive in it. That’s an understandable presumption. I mean, if you never had to drive on ice, you would never really understand how careful you have to be to not lose control. Makes sense. But what we fail to realize is that we seldom have to drive on icy roads that are absolutely untreated. We have more than four salt trucks in our cities, and they tend to beat the rush. In other words, we drive better on ice because our respective cities ensure that we do. They respond to the inclement weather in such a way that makes it a little less… well… inclement.
For whatever reason the salt trucks that are intended to treat the streets in Atlanta weren’t deployed until late in the day… right in the heat of rush hour. So not only are the streets iced over, but they are flooded with such an immobile rush of traffic that the salt trucks can’t do their jobs. The end result is that the streets became parking lots. Thousands of people were left with no other choice but to abandon their vehicles and walk to their destinations. Bus rides home for school-children became slumber parties as kids were stuck on buses overnight, leaving parents to worry. Those that chose not to walk miles to shelter were forced to sleep in their cars.
Not a whole lot of humor in that, if you ask me. Let’s just all hope and pray that our friends down in the A can return to their normal lives soon… and that they get more than four freakin salt trucks.
Until next time…