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And, to clarify (because I'm afraid I came off as really asshatted in the last comment) -- I do stay in if I can when there's weather, and I do worry about it, and make a much bigger deal of it than I would've when I lived in New England. Not because it's any scary amount of weather, but because I've lived here long enough to have those skidding cars skid into me, and to know that while clearing my street is never, EVER part of the plan, my street's plan is to turn into solid ice at the merest provocation. So I'd like the city to handle it better, but the "oh, look at the quaint people who are worrying" that I see every time has really come to feel like "ha! you're too much of a hick to handle it!"

Which, again, I know isn't what you meant.