I had to pick up a few groceries Tuesday afternoon and found the Stop & Shop parking lot jammed.
Now I'm not one for watching weather reports. I figure why worry about something I can't control. If it's going to snow, I'll wear my galoshes. But small talk is a great conveyor of current events so it did dawn on me that there was a blizzard in the forecast.
I never could understand why a nor'easter sends people to the market to stock up like they're going to be snowbound for a month. When was the last time any of us spent more than a full day in the house because of a snowstorm? Inches fall, the plows come out, you shovel the drive and you're good to go the next day. I'd swear these meteorologists must get free groceries every time they mention snow.
Anyway, while I was checking out, I was checking out this divine little check-out girl named Jenni.
"Jenni," I said. "Whaddya think about all this snow talk?"
She said, "I hate snow. It's not going to snow."
"Okay, I'll remember that."
So it snowed, not the 10 to 16 inches that the weather reports stated but a mere dusting. The moral of the story is, if you want a better weather report, see your neighborhood check-out girl. She'll probably be closer to being right.