Give us shit for how we handle snow.
I once had a guy from Wisconsin pester me about where he could find some slopes to go skiing. Since living in Georgia, we’re more likely to experience higher levels of pollen a year than of snow, I encouraged him to go to Stone Mountain and tube down the slopes layered by synthetic powder. Turns out, he was actually just asking for cocaine.
Due to our lack of experience, we’re not very snow-savvy. At the slightest mention of impending flurries, schools shut down for a week at a time and grocery stores start looking more like a post apocalyptic wasteland. So when a whole city resembles a scene from the Walking Dead as a result of a couple of inches of snow, we’re fully aware of how ridiculous we appear to everyone watching our cars slide into each other on The Daily Show. But what people need to understand is that the South never really gets true snow. It’s the ice that paralyzes our cities, especially Atlanta. Once the tractor trailers start jack-knifing on I-285 it’s GAME OVER.