See that little hot pink dot on the map? That's my town. We are supposed to get around 12" of snow between today and tomorrow. If you live down south and have never experienced this phenomenon before, the most remarkable thing isn't the pristine sparkle and eerie silence that the snow brings; it isn't the way your car seat freezes to your personal seat; it's the way people flock in droves to the grocery store to stock up.
It's like they're little ants and Big Foot has stepped on their mound--frantically scattering and darting around in circles until they figure out a plan--panicked--like Ricky Bobby on fire. In fact, you could substitute his fear and screaming with, "I've got to get to WalMart! Get me some Cheetos! Where's my cart? Not that one with the bad wheel, Enid, get a GOOD cart! I need Ding Dongs! Get me some coffee! Help me, Sam Walton!"