Before I moved out of Illinois, while I was still in college, there was this great story about snow days and school closings.
The setup is pretty simple. The weather folks were calling for snow the next day - and not just a little snow. We were supposed to get at least 6 inches by lunchtime. So, in preparation, everything shut down. Roads were salted. Schools were closed. I was delivering pizzas at the time, so I was preparing for a night of perilous adventure.*
Well, short story even shorter, the snow never came. When I say "never," I mean not even one flake. It was hilarious. It was like that Simpsons episode where all of the kids had been out of school for a long time and then suddenly all of them went outside for the first time in forever. They were wandering the streets trying to figure out exactly what they were going to do with their temporary freedom. It was hilarious.
The weather folk here in the St. Louis area will never live that day down - at least not in my mind.
* - I want to add that delivering pizzas on the night of a deep snow/icing is probably one of the most enjoyable experiences of my entire life. There is no one out on the roads except for snow plows and other pizza guys. You can drive like a madman, and every house that isn't on a perfectly flat surface is a puzzle waiting to be solved. After all, how do you get you and the pizza to the door without falling down. It's awesome.