One January my wife and I spent a vacation in the Great Smoky Mountains. We were eager to get to our chalet, but the weather wasn’t the best that year. The radio said that snow and freezing rain were expected. Although apprehensive about the conditions we might run into, we drove on.
Sure enough, we had gone only a short way into the mountains when we saw a sign: “Ice: 10 miles.” Five miles farther on there was another: “Ice: 5 miles.” The next one was: “Ice: 1/2 mile.” We practically crept that half-mile.
We came to the last sign. It was outside a small grocery.
“Ice: $1.50 per bag.”