I love Minnesota winters, but I've always said that along about the end of February, things inevitably begin to resemble scenes from The Shining. You and the rest of the masses shovel yourselves out and head to Target in the evening and the fluorescents are flickering and everyone is manning their cart in a very controlled manner, just barely reining it in. Any minute the knife music is going to start playing and the blood will flow down the paper goods aisle. But all the cutting would be totally polite and passive-aggressive, because that's Minnesota Nice*.

Evidently I’m not the only one who thinks this way.

*Which is not all that different from Southern Politeness, really.