Soo, it seems las month this Cajun feller an' his wife moved from Hammond, Loosiana up ta da U.P. (or Upper Peninsula of Michigan, for youse appleknockers).
He invested in all the right gear: A shiny new Ford Expedition, the warmest Eddie Bauer down coat, and a pair of Sorels to keep his feet warm, eh?
First night, da feller comes on radio station YOOP, the five-watt voice of the Tilden Valley, warnin' everyone that there's anudder eight-ten inches uf snow forcast, and they've gotta park on the even-numbered side uf da street, so dey can plow the street, or be towed.
He's never been around this snow stuff much, but figgers he'd better comply, so bundles up in the Eddie Bauer Down coat, the new Sorels, and moves the Ford Extradition to the even-numbered side of the street.
Next night, da feller comes on da radio, sez theres anudder coupla feet of snow coming, ya gotta park on da odd-numbered side uf da steet or be towed. Same drill, Joe bundles up and moves the Ford Extrusion.
Da tird night da same feller comes on radio YOOP an sez der's two-tree foota snow forcast, an ya gotta park on the even-numbered side uf da street again. Joe sighs an looks at EmmyLou. She sez, ah, Joe, why don't ya take a chance and jus' leave that Ford Excretion in da garage, eh?