Hurricane Charley

Aug 16, 2004 12:53

I don't know how much coverage of this Hurricane thing is going on in your neck of the woods, but this thing is just HOARDING us here in SoFla! And I got sick over it. I'm serious! I got a fever and nausea and an upset stomach and even the D-word! Or maybe that was just a coincidence, but I don't think so.

Yes, I'm sorry about the disaster. But, c'mon. I'm hearing these ladies who live out in Naples and Punta Gorda, talking about, "It came without warning! It took us by surprise!"

HELLOOOOOOOO! Since when do high-category hurricanes land without warning? Dn't you have a television? Don't you watch the news? Don't you listen to the radio???? You really think that that trailer is going to stand up to hundred-mile-an-hour winds??? It's made of TIN. It's a home made out of TIN. Yes, I've lived in a trailer. When disaster threatened, I unplugged it and drove away. Far, far away. If you live in a trailer, you shouldn't be buying big TVs or awesome sound systems. If you're at all intelligent, you'll take that cash and stash if something more useful, like a REAL HOME MADE OUT OF CINDER BLOCK. Or, is that just me?

"But some people don't think like you." Well, then some people can just stay where they are and deal with the aftermath of a hurricane that they don't know is coming because they don't watch the news on their big-screen TVs or listen to the news on their awesome sound systems.

When Hurricane Andrew hit Miami twelve years ago, my dad said, "Take only what you can't live behind." And we flew to Alabama. Then the SAME hurricane whizzed right through Florida (with winds of two-hundred-miles-an-hour, that's easy!) and threatened the Gulf states. And we took off again, taking the family with whome we were staying, to Chicago. Perhaps this is the tale of a spoiled, suburban girl. But I got sick of that life, so I moved into a trailer.

Don't tell me, IT CAME WITHOUT WARNING! I have no sympathy for that ignorance.
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