Come on now, Mother Nature. What did I ever do to you? I mean, every time I saw one of those old Chiffon margarine commercials, I was the kid with his nose pressed to the television screen, squealing, “They’re lying! It’s partially hydrogenated soybean oil and artificial coloring! Don’t believe them!”
If that storm track holds true, I’ll be working in the direct path or in the northeast quadrant when Ike rolls ashore, treating southwest Louisiana and southeast Texas like a surrogate Tina.
He’s gonna hit us again, and this time he’ll put some stank on it.
I am not looking forward to this weekend. At the very least, I’ll be on duty for an extended period of time on what would have been my weekend off, with the prospect of getting off duty after 3-4 days of continuous operations to go home and see what damage to home and hearth Ike managed to do that Gustav could not.
This is getting to be red-assing, tedious and expensive.
Crap. Crappity crap crapola.
