Great White North (okay, not quite)

I'm in training this week in a non-Metro-accessible location. So, it figures that on the first day in 3 years that I actually needed to drive to work to accomplish my job, we'd have a horrible snowfall. It also figures that work wouldn't be canceled, and there had been no communication from my training coordinator what to do in such an event. So, I just left myself an extra half hour to get there. I still ended up being 30 minutes late, because my commute took two hours! For comparison, I left for home after training at 4:15, and with the combination of clear roads and light traffic, I made it home in 35 minutes. With as much advance warning as we had of the snowpocalypse, I would have hoped some of the more major roadways (ahem...the Beltway maybe!) would have at least had some attempt at clearing prior to 7:30. That's asking too much I guess.

I did my good deed for the day when I was stopped at a traffic signal and noticed a pair of gloves laying on the trunk of the car in front of me. Figuring I had enough time before the light changed, I hopped out of my car, grabbed the gloves, and knocked on the driver's window. It took me two or three attempts to get the driver to stop talking on her cell phone and look at me. I ended up being kinda curt with her, shoving the gloves in the window as I shouted "Your gloves! Your gloves were on the trunk!" Not the benevolent, good-samaritain-thing I was going for!