Y'all remember back in February when that really, REALLY nasty blizzard was stomping across the country? Imagine if you will two vans and a box truck driving south in Pennsylvania, completely oblivious to storm since none of the 14 people in these vehicles didn't bother to look at the weather. Imagine the snow coming down slowly and prettily at first and then becoming a full-blown blizzard by the time the vehicles turn west in Maryland. Now driving headlong into the maw of the storm, our heroes naively and Mr. Magoo-ishly continue on. The actors from Indiana, Wisconsin and Alaska are given the charges to drive the company onward. And onward they go, listening to their silly CDs rather than the radio that was screaming such messages as "State of Emergency" and "All roads closed." Yes, on they go. They hit West Virginia and as they take the onramp on their new interstate, they literally crash through a snow bank to get on to the highway. "Why aren't the snow plows dealing with this?" they foolishly ask. Not knowing that the snow plows in West Virginia--both of them--have given up on this futile task of fighting mother nature. But on our intrepid actors trek. They arrive at their hotel to be greeted by a thoroughly surprised desk clerk. "Where did you come from?" she asks. "New York" the tired adventures tout, thinking the woman must be a moron, considering such information would be on our reservation. It was only then that our merry band learned of the extreme peril they faced in their journey. And, of course, only then did they start saying "I knew we should have stopped." Damn actors.