Just went out for more provisions. In honor of this day, I returned with 13 provisions, namely 12 Bass ales and a bag of pretzels. While I was at the Circle Eleven, two Japanese girls, maybe 19 years old, came to the counter. They wanted to know the best way to Fort Lauderdale.
“You don’t want to go to Fort Lauderdale,” I said, laughing.
“Because there’s no way to drive there without driving into a fucking hurricane. Trust me.”
“Do you know what how big this ‘storm’ is?”
“When will the storm pass?”
“Well, it’ll be on top of us at 8. Maybe by midnight, the worst will be over.”
For a second, I seriously considered giving them shelter… but the thought of two Asian teenagers in my house… 100 mph freight train maelstrom… and there’s a lots of whiskey… and the one who knew English was cute… but the one with the eye patch… no.
So I grabbed my pretzels and beer and came home. Not really anyone on the roads. It was kind of nice.
broadwater just called me. Behind him, I heard Athlete, live, presumably from somewhere in Cornwall UK. God I love surreal days.