I have already addressed my dislike of TV meteorologists expressing their gratitude for the "moisture" during a big snowstorm in another post. Now I have another snow-related pet peeve: the phrase "commuter special." As in, "It's going to snow through the morning, so it looks like it'll be another commuter special tomorrow morning." What, I ask, is so "special" about a longer, scarier, white-knuckled commute? To me, a commuter special would be when I make all the green lights on 2300 East. Or, better yet, if a limo were to come pick me up and I could enjoy the morning paper and a sparkling Martinelli's on my way to work while a handsome chauffer named George drives. THAT would be special.
2 comments:
Amen. If only I could afford to hire a full-time driver to be available at my every whim....
Someday.
It sounds like something you order at the meteorologist restaurant. I'll have some lemon water with the commuter special, please.
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