I believe the correct term is 'shit-show'.

That describes the drive home from work today/night. Our office was abuzz with storm talk for much of the late morning and early afternoon, but it wasn't until the parking lot looked like Antarctica did they tell us to leave. So at 3:30 I left to pick up Suzanne. Three and a half hours later we arrived in Newmarket where I quickly sucked down four beers to loosen the ol' nerves. For much of the drive, there were no lanes and continually freezing wipers. We alternately sat in non-moving traffic and hydroplaned through deep snow. It's a very strange feeling when you depress the accelerator and the front of the car slides sideways and the back end stays put.

The weirdest part was when we were stuck on Lesmil, waiting for them to move an accident on the 401 onramp at Leslie, and there was this guy who came along in a really powerful looking Mustang. He tried to turn into a parking lot, but the combo of deep, thick snow, slight incline and rear wheel drive proved too much. He got stuck and couldn't go forward or back. He tried to rock it, but it just wasn't going anywhere. Eventually he got out and half-heartedly tried to swipe away snow from in front of the wheels with his windshield scraper, but he was buggered. All the while a completely immobile group of drivers just sat and watched him. I couldn't bear to, so I ran over and pushed the guy up the driveway. In the end, he changed his mind, backed out, drove off and didn't acknowledge me. I think he was stoned.

Thanks to Lynn and Alex for feeding us, and I hope you all made it home safely tonight, wherever you are.