Atwood Street, South Oakland, 2 a.m.:

Popped-Collar Frat Guy on Phone: Dude, it’s snowing!
—Snow-ing!
—Like, snow, man!
—Snow!
—SNOW!
[Gets frustrated]
—SNOW! Like the stuff you snort, except made of water!
[Laughs]
—Haha, yeah, man. Yeah. “Snow.”

— Submitted by Jen