Thing is, Newtron, in the States you have snow worth talking about. You have deep, serious stuff that you need snow ploughs for. Yet your delays and disruptions are relatively minor. You get on with it. It's one thing I admire the Americans for.
Here, we get a dusting of icing sugar and the whole country grinds to a halt. Panic. Hysteria. Oh, it's so deep, we can't possibly go out in it. Can't risk driving (fair enough), and it's far too dangerous to actually walk. God forbid anyone should walk anywhere these days, especially when it comes to school.
I remember one really bad year in the 1960s, I lived on an edge-of-town housing development. We had about eight or ten inches of snow. We walked to school in our wellies and, after lots of fun with our mates in the playground, lobbing snowballs and making 'slides', we went inside to find the classroom heaters not working and some of the teachers hadn't been able to get in either. Those of us without teachers were allocated to the care of the ones who were in, and we all huddled in the cloakrooms (the only rooms with any heating) for singing and action games. Those of us who chose could have hot chocolate instead of school milk. Brilliant, and there didn't seem to be any major decrease in attendance.
Compensation? What for?