The Veracity of the Weather Forecast

A second-degree alert was issued last night for sleet. Every weather channel implored us not to go out. They depicted a dire scenario in which the whole country would be covered with ice, making traffic impossible. Little did I know how big of a fib these warnings were when I woke up this morning. Nevertheless, after looking out the window, I saw cars roaring about with Formula-One-like speed, as they do, and apart from a never-before-seen thin layer of snow, there was no humongous rink. Not even a frozen puddle on the pavement! I understand how intricate a job it is to predict the erratic weather, but boy, was it a terrible miscalculation? Sleet my buttocks! Only a couple of frozen leaves on the ground!