When it comes to snow, Washingtonians are wusses

The scene wasn’t panicky, really, as the snowflakes began sifting down in earnest. True, the parking lot of the Bethesda hardware store was full, and men and women bustled with more than normal weekday morning urgency. Still, it wasn’t what you’d call an atmosphere of actual alarm. “Excuse me!” a man called in a voice that was both relaxed and purposeful, as he strode past those of us waiting in line for the cashiers.

“Can someone help? I want to buy a snowblower.”