The South

So get this: today at work they updated their phone tree for "snow days," in case they decide to close the office. BAAAHAHAHAHA! CUT TO: a year ago, I'm driving the two and a half hours home from work in five feet of snow going 4 miles per hour down the freeway, sobbing, with a full bladder, trying to decide between peeing in my coffee canister porta john or just peeing in my pants.