Winter: You think so, bitch? Check it! You ain’t goin’ NOWHERE.
Winter: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW?
Me: Wait, it says it might not be as bad up north. My flight could still get out!
Winter: It might, or it might not. You don’t know, do you? You’ll be clinging to the weather reports all day, wondering, hoping, fearing. It’s delicious!
Me: You… you planned it this way, didn’t you? Didn’t you??
Winter: -drops snowflake nonchalantly-
Me: I hate you.