Sometime early afternoon, yesterday.
arbitrary person: Dude, it is going to snow soon.
me: Quiet down foo, it is over 50 degrees (in the devil’s own unit) outside. It isn’t going to snow.
ap: But dude, tomorrow’s Thanksgiving. You’ve gotta have “first snow” by Thanksgiving.
Sometime late afternoon, when me steps out and into a shiny white powdery coat of snow.
me: Ayee! God damn it.
*YACE — Yet Another Conversation Excerpt