As New England weathers a fairly serious ice storm over the past few days, I’m thinking about what constitutes a “bad” commute. It seems like whenever there’s snow on the ground my wife will say “Be careful, it’s bad out there.” Me, the workaholic, tends to think more in terms of “Get to work.”
What is bad, exactly? Say I define “bad” as “bad enough to make you question whether or not you can make it into work.” Where’s your limit?
For me, it’s closed roads. The only times I can remember turning around and saying “Forget it” are when I come across police turning cars around because the road is closed. Maybe this is because a tree came down, or there was a serious accident, or a water main broke. But those all signify serious weather-related incidents that make me think, “And if I go by this, how do I know I won’t be in the middle of it the next time it happens?”

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