This morning, I woke up to something I was not too prepared for. The snowfall in Sierra Vista and Bisbee had completely coated my car in ice, making my commute to work impossible, as I couldn't see a thing out of any of the windows.
To an outsider, Arizona is nothing more than an unbearably hot state that resides in the middle of the desert. I am, of course, speaking from experience, but living here for the past year has shown me that couldn't be further from the truth.
Sometimes when I pass by a truck carrying something like Bud Light or Little Debbie Snack Cakes, I say a prayer, asking for it to flip just so I can make away like a bandit with more free goodies than I know what to do with.