Can't Handle a little Snow?

Londoners everywhere panic at the sight of snow. If it's not panic, they respond with bewilderment, confusion, seclusion, or amusement.



First, the whole city shuts down because a little bit of snowfall. To be fair, it was their biggest snow in 20 some-odd years, so I guess it is excusable. But everything in the morning was shut down. Buses did not run, the Underground was closed, stores, shops, cafes, banks, the Post Office! All closed. People didn't go in to work, schools were canceled. The city was literally frozen.

If people weren't freaking out from the snow, or hiding from it inside their living rooms, they stared at it in amazement. I took a walk and on the same street I saw 3 different groups of adults working on snowmen in front of their flat buildings. Snow reverts all Londoners to the age of eight. And they will stay that way until the snow melts and they are forced to go back to work.

That night I went to the Union for some drinks and to watch the game. Never have I seen a larger snowball fight. The entire quad was filled with grown-ass boys hurling snowballs across the sidewalks. Hitting each other and anyone who dared walk in between them.

Sitting there, smoking outside of the Union, I thought it quite silly. You know... all the fuss over snow. They are acting like children.
But then I thought to myself, I like the sense of jollity it brings out of this stereotypically uptight people.
Brits are fun too! They know what it is like to want to be a kid again.
I want that too!
So I jumped right in, rolled around in snow, and showed them how to make snow angels.
(Of course that also might of had something to do with the number of pints I had consumed prior to wandering back out into the frigid breeze.)