Snow! That’s right people it’s called snow. Like the kind that don’t go up the nose. It’s froze, ya know. Like keep your cars under control and try to avoid grocery store parking lots. There is no bread, no milk, no eggs. Like they were gone by noon. And so, you like better get home in like a hurry and cancel all evening appointments. And like no school or work tomorrow and like it’s Atlanta man, we shut down.