Snow is miserable

If someone asked what I would want the weather to be like I would never answer with "shitting snow everywhere" and you wouldn't either. There are only a few things that are more miserable than it starting to snow when you're at school and you don't have the necessary materials to rug up and trudge through the mud to your car. 

One thing that's more miserable is driving in the snow. I'm not nervous about it or bad at it. It's the other two types of people that make it awful. They are

1) The individuals that are either so nervous or safety-conscious that they drive thirty miles under the speed limit but still won't let you in their lane, and

2) The individuals that think that 4WD somehow translates to 'Magic Carpet' and rock their Ford F-1,050 through everyone so fast you'd think there was some UFC/ICP/WWE free t-shirt giveaway on the other side of town. Their bullshit makes all the type 1's even more skittish and scared, effectively making the middleman (me) take an extra hour to really get anywhere in a small town where fifteen minutes is the max.

It would also be miserable to be pantsed by a bear.