Wednesday, July 23, 2008
I was in the laundromat this evening (yes, I have a washing machine, but it's much faster to do it all concurrently than serially). The skies opened, and it poured, thunder, lightning, ambulance sirens, the whole shebang.
A man about my age looked morosely out the window and said, "It's going to get a lot worse. That's the start of the hurricane."
I said, "Hurricane? Isn't that in Texas?"
"Yes," he said, "but it's moving right up the coast to us."
Thud.
I blinked twice, wondered what coast he was talking about, where he thinks Texas is, how fast he thinks a hurricane moves, and decided not to say anything else.
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1 comment:
I hate when hurricanes hit North America....it always messes up the butterflies in Asia.
ha ha ha :x
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