My commute is, on average, about 5-7 minutes (I’m spoiled, I know).
This morning I spent about 20 minutes scraping the snowpocalypse off of my car. Which means that last night’s weather effectively quadrupled my commute time.
This causes me a bit of frustration… at myself mostly. Because this ‘first-world problem’ could have been easily avoided… if I’d bothered to finish moving those last few boxes out of my garage (which I leased solely for purpose of housing my vehicle) before the torrential snowfall.
Well played, snowpocalypse, well played.