I was driving to Durham, NC one winter day, and the snow was falling parallel to the highway. You could see the point on the horizon where the snow cut off. I drove for a hundred miles or more parallel to the snow storm. When I entered Durham, they had 8" of snow on the ground. I stopped at a gas station to get directions and it was filled with motorists waiting for the storm to pass. The gas station attendant was about to tell me that I should wait with the others until the storm passed, and then he looked out the window and saw my New York State license plates.
"Oh, never mind," he said. You'll be o.k.