This story came back to me as I was walking to the train this morning – allow me to explain. When my best friend in Florida, Brian, passed away, his funeral was in central Illinois, where he was from. His friend, Brandon, and his fiancee came up from Florida, never having been to the North Pole. They rented a car, and it was their first time driving in the snow. My sister and I were in the backseat when he was pulling out of Brian’s mom’s driveway. Halfway down the block, Brandon stops the car and goes Wtf is that?, thinking there’s something wrong with the car because of the noise it was making. We had no idea what he was talking about. He started driving again, and then stopped again because of the “weird noise”. This continued for at least 10 minutes until he was finally able to pinpoint which noise he was talking about, which was only “loud” as he drove.
This mother fucker was talking about the CRUNCHING of the snow as we drove over it.