Winter arrived on Monday night, another opportunity to realize that snowstorms often find us at our most absurd. The beginning, middle, and end of snow events unveil Northeasterners for the oddballs we are.
This particular madness officially begins the night before the first flake hits the ground. The news of the impending snowfall transforms the local gas station into an automotive Roman Coliseum. Cars jockey for position in a packed lot, cutting each other off in a race to the open pumps. You see people pounding on their steering wheels when they slip into an open pump only to encounter the dreaded yellow “Out of Service” baggie over the nozzle.