It was worse driving home than driving there. By the time we left, more than a foot of snow had fallen. Luckily, we took a major street home that had been plowed. People were no less dicks on the road, though.
This is one specific situation I have never found myself in. Snow is practically a myth here in the south, after all.
Now, torrential downpours where you can't see past- no, where you can't even see down the length of- the hood of your car... yup. Been there, done that, had the heart attack when an 18 wheeler I couldn't even SEE until it was alongside me barreled past at 60+mph and was illuminated by hot pink lightning (literally, freakiest lightning I've ever seen).
I pulled off to the side of the road and hyperventilated for a good 15 minutes or so. This was before the dawn of the cell phone, so I was all alone many miles from home heading to a place I'd never been and so no clue where I actually was.
Excuse me while I curl up in a ball and tremble from the memory.