Don't go shopping today in Denver

The grocery store was out of eggs, chicken, sour cream, cream cheese, butter, lettuce, red tomatoes, red peppers and mushrooms. But there were still plenty of tv dinners and frozen trays of lasagna. That's what happens when you have two feet of snow fall in the front range and all the roads close in all directions for a day or two.
Let's talk about the airport out on the plains, where the blizzard makes the snow blow sideways. If you didn't get out of Denver International Airport by noon Wednesday, you were stuck for two days. Imagine. What would be the sights and smells in the terminal? Would you ride the trains to the concourses to reduce boredom? Who got the last cheeseburger at McDonald's in Concourse C? How would you dig your car out of the economy lot? Would you have to pay for the extra days of parking, even though you were forced to stay by the blizzard? How would the parking attendants get to their little compartments? How would you feel cooped up in a plane on the tarmac for eight hours, then have to come back to the terminal and spend another 24 hours before you could get out? Inconceivable.