I didn't believe, and now I see the error of my ways. I scoffed and poo-pooed when the prophets on the TV news warned me of Snowmageddon. But this morning I came out to my car and found that the end of the world had occurred during my sleep, and now my car was buried in a foot of snow.
I guess, because I was a wicked unbeliever, I wasn't included in the rapture that took up the faithful before Snowmageddon hit.
The worst part about the snow, is that heading north to work...wait, slogging north to work is probably more appropriate...I came over the hill, and was greeted by sunshine and clear roads. Nobody up here got any snow at all. Just a slight skiff is all. It seems to always be that way too. Every time there's a big storm, they get nothing. So when I show up 15 minutes late for work complaining of snowy roads, they assume I'm just a bad liar.
They're unbelievers too. They assume the prophets on the TV news weren't inspired. That's probably why they're still here, not risen in the rapture that saved the others.
Still, I think I need to move elsewhere, because this is ridiculous.