There is no disappointment in the world like looking out your window and seeing serene, unwrinkled blankets of snow and ice and then reading "one-hour delay" or "two-hour delay" adjacent to your county, college, or employer on the news ticker at the bottom of your TV screen. For crying out loud... talk about anticlimactic.
Albeit I'm no meteorologist, or any other -ologist whose salaried and leisure time is dedicated to the study and advancement of a science that touches the stratosphere or the molecular activity within accumulated moisture, but I can't possibly rationalize the benefit of a snow delay. What in the world is one hour going to do? One measly hour? Two measly hours ain't gonna accomplish much more. Is the temperature rising 25 degrees in that 60- or 120-minute span, unearthing the roads and sidewalks from its wintry layers enough to suddenly declare them "travelable"? If it was too dangerous a soap opera episode ago, aren't you still running the risk of hitting areas that aren’t clear enough for safe passage now? It's absurd to me.
These snow delays only screw up schedules and throw your whole day off kilter, trying to make up five minutes here and eight minutes there, simply so that you could wait around long enough for the visible ice to melt down to black ice. And the false benefit to a snow delay is the implied "extra sleep." Bold face lie. Perhaps if you knew about this delay the night before, but c'mon now... You gotta examine the situation outside, check the TV, wait for your county or institution to appear, and by then you hardly have enough time to get back in bed and fall asleep. And if you're like me, once you're up, you're up.
Snow delays are like those low-carb, lettuce-wrapped Thickburgers from Hardee's: You think slicing off a bit is going to make a difference when it's really not any more beneficial to you -- plus it's not even as enjoyable -- so just say "F it" and go all out.
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