Another lunchtime email–this one from last week when there was talk of snow.
Subject Line: Impending doom*
EMILY
Anyone luncheoning on this day of impending doom*?
Noon at the DC if you are brave enough.
*please note that in the Southern context, “doom” is pretty synonymous
with “any chance of snow.”BRIAN:
I brought lunch with me since I could not bring myself to brave the dangerous streets of Greenville. Not that I would need to drive anywhere since everything is CLOSED whenever there is a chance of snow.
EMILY
you’re having bread and milk for lunch, aren’t you?
L:
Lol! It might snow – quick, buy bread & milk! So true.
BRIAN:
the milk was sold out this morning. What will we do?
EMILY:
Panic. Or buy eggs.