I almost blowed up today.
While I got up to get ready/was leaving for work today, the insane thunderstorm/tornado/typhoon-that-made-me-make-jokes-all-day-about-The Karate Kid Part 2 was raging incredibly hard. So hard, that there were swells on every street corner. Standing in the middle of the street, you would have felt as if you were Marky Mark, watching The Perfect Storm in it's glory.
Given all that, I really didn't think much of the storm this morning. What can I say, I usually leave for work half-awake. I just took a cab to work, easy peasy. Cabbie and I were chatting, talking about the crazy weather and where I wanted to go. I made some comment about back to bed. Then it happened. While laughing about how the Weatherman is always wrong, we were in the presence of the loudest crack I've ever heard in a thunderstorm, followed by some streak(s) of lightning all around us. Lightning hit the bridge! Cabbie was commenting quietly as to how close that was. I agreed, it seemed to me that it was about 20-30 feet off. I got to work, and gave him extra money for a tip and went in to my building to freeze my bum off. My shoes are still wet. Thankfully that's the worst part of my day.
Moral of the story?
Don't make fun of the Weatherman. Apparently if you make fun of the Weatherman, God will try to kill you.
Given all that, I really didn't think much of the storm this morning. What can I say, I usually leave for work half-awake. I just took a cab to work, easy peasy. Cabbie and I were chatting, talking about the crazy weather and where I wanted to go. I made some comment about back to bed. Then it happened. While laughing about how the Weatherman is always wrong, we were in the presence of the loudest crack I've ever heard in a thunderstorm, followed by some streak(s) of lightning all around us. Lightning hit the bridge! Cabbie was commenting quietly as to how close that was. I agreed, it seemed to me that it was about 20-30 feet off. I got to work, and gave him extra money for a tip and went in to my building to freeze my bum off. My shoes are still wet. Thankfully that's the worst part of my day.
Moral of the story?
Don't make fun of the Weatherman. Apparently if you make fun of the Weatherman, God will try to kill you.