Pretty much every year that I have lived in Atlanta, it has snowed for one day. In 2011, the snow froze over and we had a week off school, during which I ate slices of the same XL pizza for five straight days. (I didn’t think the predicted snowfall merited a trip to the grocery store. Oops.) I vaguely remember a day years before that when my friend Kristen (also a native Ohioan) and I drove to the mall in the snow, only to find that the mall was closed.
So basically, people in the South overreact to snow, and we Northern transplants enjoy scoffing at their overreactions. It’s pretty much my entire Facebook feed today.