I remember delivering pizza in the Blizzard of '96 when the whole city of Philadelphia ended up being shut down in the middle of our dinner shift.
I left on a delivery and my car didn't even make it out of the parking lot. I walked back to the store and the boss decided to close. But, at that point, the trains had stopped and the roads had been closed, so a bunch of us decided to have a slumber party in the restaurant.
It was one of the funnest nights of my life. Like the fall of Sodom and Gomorrah.