How about we cut some people a little slack?


Waking up Tuesday morning to a car that was not covered in a blanket of snow was more than just a little bit of a relief. For one thing, I was worried the night before about some of our employees who have to travel a pretty significant distance to get to work. For another, I was concerned that I was going to have to dig my way out of a coccoon of snow.

And I don’t like to dig. Or bend over. Or, sweat, for that matter.

Regardless, there was a song in my heart as I got ready for work that morning, and I settled down with a nice cup of coffee and my iPad to catch up on some news before I headed into the office. Going through a few social media sites, one thing became instantly apparent: I would not want to be a local weather forecaster.

For reasons unbeknownst to me, people were furious at meteorologists because there wasn’t as much snow as expected. It was as if some of our local weather prognosticators climbed aboard magical flying unicorns and aimed them high into the atmosphere before firing off specially-crafted arrows at the clouds to shift the weather patterns and make their forecasts useless to all who took them seriously.

Diabolical people, arent they?

Look, I’m no weatherman, and I didn’t even stay in a Holiday Inn Express last night, but I’m going to go out on a limb and assume the last thing they want to do on a professional level is give the wrong information. They take the data available to them, utilize their formidable education and knowledge, and make a prediction based on those variables to try to help the rest of us decide if we have to bring an umbrella to work or not.

When you think about it, the fact that they’re usually pretty close in their prognostications is pretty remarkable. It’s not like they’re giving you tips on your NFL parlay ticket. They are telling you what they believe Mother Nature is whipping up in her mind. Have you ever tried to figure out what’s going on in a woman’s mind before? It’s like...

It’s probably best I just stop right there. [News Editor’s Note: Yes. It is.]

It’s a pretty thankless job, all things considered. It’s not like many people call the weatherman to thank him or her for the heads-up on a weather event when the weatherman is correct, which is a high percentage of the time. And then you must consider that they often find themselves standing in the middle of the most disgusting weather this planet sees while covered in electronic equipment and gleeful viewers hope to see something embarrassing happen to them on live television. No, thank you.

Of course, there are many, many jobs out there that require people taking immense blame for things they can’t control.

Have you ever seen a server at a restaurant get lit up by an unhappy customer because the steak was undercooked or because the food is not ready yet or the price was more than was expected? Do you think that was the server’s fault?

Do you think it was the lady’s fault at the customer service desk at the airport that your flight is running late, or that there aren’t any more flights heading to your destination that night, or that the nuts served on your flight were stale?

Is it the person’s fault at the front desk at the cable company that the service person was late for a scheduled appointment, or that some channels are coming in fuzzy? Or, do you believe that they are the ones who created the unfair policy that you are just hearing about, so you decide to give him or her a piece of your mind?

Is it the teenager’s fault at the movie theater box office window when the movie is sold out when you get there to buy a ticket, or that the theater is not running the movie you feel like seeing?

Is it the charming editor’s fault when a story in the newspaper has inaccurate information or the tone of the story takes an apparent side in its delivery so as to coerce the reader into believing one side over the other?

Yes. Actually, yes, that is precisely the editor’s fault. Let’s forget I brought that one up, if you will.

My general point here (aside from looking for a way to inject a flying unicorn into a column) is that we live in a society that is quick to point a finger and cast blame the moment anything goes wrong in our lives. Are we that precious as individuals that we see it as a personal affront whenever a snag happens to our plans?

Sometimes, things happen.

So, maybe we can give the weather guy a break now and then when his forecast isn’t perfect, or ask someone who is serving us why there’s a delay instead of instantly attacking. Those people are people, too, right?