DAMNIT!!! I get out of work after a long shift, can barely think straight, actually hit the gate at the bottom of the parking garage, but make it out without damage. I'm driving home, euphoric from being off of work.....AND THEN THE FUCKING HAIL COMES. mthrfckr. What the hell is that?!?!? I can't see anything with pouring rain and am doing my darndest to keep my bowels from evacuating. Everyone is driving around like morons because they prolly think it's armageddon....and they're prolly right. But I finally make it home and turn on the TV, apparently all of these storm systems are funneling through town. So, as i sit watching the crappy ass local weather guy stumble over his words during his time to shine; there are golf ball sized hailstones pounding my back window and skylights.
"Move to the basement...." he says.
"But what if you live in a shitty ass apartment complex?" I ponder
"If you don't have a basement, move to the center of your home or apartment..."
"Ummm, do you mean right under the skylights that are being pummeled by hailstones?.....well, okay, you are the professional..."
"And if you are living in a trailer or mobile home....it's probably too late....wrap yourself in a blanket to protect yourself from flying debris...."
DID THAT GUY JUST SAY WHAT I THOUGHT HE SAID? In other words: "Hi! To the folks that can't afford a real house, your poor ass is fucked, so might as well go out completely humiliated with a ratty ass, piss stained blanket over your head, fuckers." So much for professional, dude.
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