The best part about snow in Seattle is witnessing people inexperienced with snow in Seattle deal with snow in Seattle. Here are the main types:

First you have the recent transplant from California or Arizona or some hot sunny place flip their shit upon first sight of the white stuff. They proceed to run around and slip and fall numerous times, not realizing that snow comes from cold which is where ice also comes from.

Next you have the paranoid crazy people who freak out at even the mention of snow and proceed to march to their nearest store and buy as much white bread and whole milk as possible. To make shitty bread pudding of course.

Then you have the people who THINK they know what’s up because they’ve been skiing since birth thanks to mommy’s little fortune and strap on some skis to go down some hill. But they don’t realize Seattle streets are bumpier than a high school bus trip and proceed to face-plant.

Then you have the Things Are Fine people who try to do everything the same as before but end up standing outside for two hours waiting for the bus with coffee spilled all over their coats while trying to tap on their phones with massive gloves, barely holding back tears.

And then you have me, who stands at the window drinking coffee and watching all of this go down, with a smirk and a chuckle.

So I do hope it snows soon. Because it’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to stand at the window.