The commute home was a lot of fun, with people pretending the snow is the reason for their bad behavior. “No, I had to run the red light! There was no way I could have stopped! When it turned yellow I was 2000 feet away! I HAD NO CHOICE!” That and the whole “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t know this lane was a right turn only lane even though I’ve been driving this route for 30 years” bullshit.
All in all we ended up with about 8 inches, which is just right. Any more that and it starts getting unpleasant. I can handle more, but it’s a pain in the ass. (Should I add more double-entendres or is that enough?)