Why he moved south

I once worked with a man who had moved to Arkansas from somewhere up north. During one of our hot, humid summers I jokingly asked him if he missed living up where it was cooler. He replied, “No, I do not miss it a bit,” and proceeded to tell me this story.


During one of their blizzards, his car ran off the freeway into the medium. He hiked to the next exit to call a wrecker. The driver came back to tell him he could not find the car, so this man drove with him to show him the exact spot. When they reached it, the found that the plow had come by and buried his car under a mound of snow. He said his car stayed there until the snow thawed in the spring. So, he moved south.