One of many

I think one of the biggest reasons that I have such a strong distaste for the city of Reno is that it snows here. Well, I take that back. Not just that it snows here, but that after it snows, the roads become hazardous and the city does very little to maintain proper driving conditions. Plows will once run through the city’s main thoroughfares to give the impression that something has been done, however the operation provides minimal assistance for the dozens of spinning vehicles on their way to their respective parking lots.

As I do not ski, and refuse to snowboard strictly out of sheer hatred of those who do, snow offers me very little other than cold, sloppy wetness and ice to slip on, fumble and break whatever portable electronic device I had in my hand at the time. This is nothing new to me and you’d think that I’d learn my lesson, but three cell phones and two iPods later, here I am.

It was decided recently that wherever I decide to live when I’m done gallivanting throughout Europe is either going to: a) not snow at all, or b) be metropolitan enough that if it were to snow, the public transportation would still be able to scoot me around without any interruption. In the meantime, however, I assume the right to think poorly of the many people who are proud to call this Godforsaken place their homes.