As I read all of us Southerners posting in desperation about our 20 degree weather, I have a good mental image of folks North of Richmond having a good belly laugh.
Shoot, ya'll aint seen nothin' yet......wait 'til they forecast some snow.
At the first announcement that it might snow, we all jump in our cars and drive madly to the Winn-Dixie or Piggly-Wiggly (I think ya'll call 'em "grocery stores" up there) so we can strip the shelves of all bread and milk.
On the way home, we drive straight into a ditch at the first sign of a snowflake and then call for help. We've been doin' this for generations.....it's a ritual!