There’s always a mix of adolescent excitement at the idea of weathering the big bad storm indoors with snow day roommates, sleeping in, movies and if you’re one of the lucky ones, lots of blankets and a cuddly partner. In NYC, no matter the snowfall amounts, you can expect the intrepid road plows, sidewalk salters and subway gnomes to get on the stick before you have to go out into the “shit.” This can be comforting for those with no choice but to brave the elements, but really frustrating to those with the slight chance that excessive weather will grant them a days reprieve from TPS reports and surly customers.