In Like a Hyena

So, it's March 1 and it's snowing, horizontally. Kids are delighted to have a snow day. Teachers are even more delighted to have a snow day.
The weather-folk spent two days predicting the storm of the century. Every storm to them is the potential storm of the century. They are so happy when they get a chance to predict a catacysm. Isn't it nice to see people so easily satisfied with their jobs? The lightest, fluffyest snowflake is for them the harbinger of a cataclysm. And nothing makes a meteorologist happier than an impending cataclysm.
When did it come to this? Once upon a time, the weather-person just gave a weather report. No flash, no flags and certainly no warning of impending disaster. It's winter, it's the Northeast. A snowstorm is not a big deal.
You wouldn't know it by the supermarkets, though. The day before a potential storm the stores are packed with people stocking up on milk and bread. Are all these people originally from the South? They think they are going to be snowed in for days? I blame the corporations that transfer people all over the country. Too many people from warmer climes have descended upon Jersey and are clogging up the supermarket parking lots several times a winter.
Get a grip, people. If you are snowed in for any length of time, it's the perfect opportunity to use the food in the back of the freezer. Real Jerseyans cherish being snowed in, they don't panic.