I hate snow.

Having lived in Louisiana my whole life, I never got a chance to see real snow until this summer at the Firefox Summit in Canada. That’s why it was so unexpected for my routine 6-7 hour trip from Baton Rouge to San Jose to turn into a 20 hour ordeal because of snow delays in Houston.

I can’t bear to type out all of the details, but I was supposed to arrive in San Jose at 8:12pm on Wednesday and instead arrived in San Francisco at 6:30am on Thursday, after which I immediately had to attend Add-on-Con without sleeping.

A breakdown of the trip:

  • Hours waiting in airport: 6.5
  • Hours waiting in airplane on ground: 6.5
  • Hours actually flying: 4.75
  • Hours of sleep on the plane: 2

And to top it off, the same snow that made my trip miserable on Wednesday brought fun and joy to everyone back home in Baton Rouge.

My dog Corgy in the snow
  • Archaeopteryx

    I love snow. Everything else is blasphemy.

  • Cesar

    Snow is fluffy, and at the right consistency and density, it makes one painful snowball. It must have been pretty bad, since they don’t ground airplanes every time it snows, or no-one can leave Canada during the winter. You see, we have these vehicles called snow plows….