Dear Seattle,
I have a bone to pick with you. The weathermen have been telling us that we're going to get several inches of snow for the last ...oh... five days. Lo and behold, their degrees were not fake, cause this morning? I woke up and there was snow outside.
I laughed. I did, I was a foolish little git. I laughed and said, "Okay, well, I have 4-wheel drive. No problem. Seattle can eat my dust!" I didn't account for the five city streets I'd have to drive on in order to get to the highway.
Apparently, even though we've been warned about this for days, even though schools have shut down at the mere word "snow", even though people have been getting it already in the upper- and lower-Sound, y'all didn't freaking salt or sand the streets.
You KNOW that Seattle drivers only see snow maybe once or twice a year. You KNOW that 97% of them don't have all-wheel drive. You KNOW that Seattle was built on a freaking hill the slopes toward the water. And yet! AND YET! Can you tell me why there is no sand or salt on the streets this morning, especially not on the hills?
This morning, I figured that I'd go downhill, then up to get to the freeway... I even considered the grade of the hills involved. No problem; if it looked shady, I'd go into SODO (South Downtown) and pick up I-90 there. So I cleared off my windshield at 6:30 this morning, hopped in my car, and headed for Madison. I got almost all the way to Fifth, to my credit, before the cars piled up and began sliding.
Apparently, some idgit, in an effort to avoid the other idgit in front of him, slammed into a hydrant, which caused the person behind him to hit him, which caused the person behind HIM to hit HIM. Three car pileup at 5th and James....right in front of the freeway. And Seattle drivers, freaking out, forgot that people were piling up on the hills, so Fifth Avenue? Yeah, those drivers just kept moving. I know, because I watched them for 20 minutes, with my hazards on, so no one ran into my tail. The last thing I need is another car repair!
Finally, I stuck my head out the window and yelled to a Valet, "Hey! Is your garage open to regular people today?" He winced and nodded, telling me that the daily rate was $25/day, then said, "But I guess that's better than having your car smashed up out there." I couldn't argue with logic, so carefully edged my way into the garage, grabbed my ticket, and hopped out, heading East again on foot toward home.
So, Seattle, thanks to your ridiculous tendency not to give any credit to the forecasters, you owe me $25. And who's going to call Jon and tell him that there's no effing way I can get into the office until they clear the roads?
*mumblegrumblegruntgrr* Seattle drivers need to go get their drivers licenses in Spokane, in the dead of winter, when there's five inches of ice under two inches of snow and the snow is falling so thickly that you have a quarter-mile of visibility.
Oh yeah:
Yours Sincerely,
One Very Pissed-Off Redhead
(Photo 1: Madison Hill (going uphill) and everyone stuck on it)
(Photo 2: The road leaving my house, and a car spinning out on it)