Atomic Lemur

As I walked home today a man stepped out of a restaurant and said in a very confused and slow voice, “it’s raining?” There’s an old myth that the Eskimos have hundreds of words for snow, apparently in Seattle they don’t have one. The other day it snowed maybe half an inch and people abandoned their cars along the highway, businesses closed, and a general sense of danger oppressed the entire city. They don’t have sand or salt for their roads or sidewalks, they don’t have the skill to drive on icy roads or walk on the slick sidwalks, they just plain don’t know what to do here in Seattle if anything but rain falls from the sky.

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