Yesterday, I worked Ye Olde Temp Job until about 3:30, and as I was walking out to my car, I thought to myself, “Tut tut, looks like rain.” I was wearing a white button-down shirt, and decided against a stop at the grocery store, because what if it rains? And my shirt becomes see-through? Kroger is not ready for that.
Harris Teeter, perhaps – since they have already seen other things.
But not Kroger. The little lambs.
So I drove home. And as I did, the thunder and lightning began. I had the distinct thought, “What if I am struck by lightning today?” That morning when I woke up, I didn’t think this shall be the day that I shall be struck by lightning – but I bet every person who has ever been struck by lightning would say the same thing. I totally freaked myself out.
There were tornados in Nashville yesterday. I’ve never lived in a place with tornados before, so I don’t really have any idea what the protocol is. Go to the basement, I suppose? Except our basement floods when it rains. And I have visions of being like Leo in “Titanic,” chained to a pipe in a lower-level holding room, trapped as the water rises higher and higher… and I CAN’T GO UPSTAIRS BECAUSE I WILL DIE BY TORNADO.
But… well. It was totally fine. I am alive. I never saw a tornado. Wasn’t struck by lightning. Didn’t drown.
Guys. Sometimes I just like to write dramatically about minuscule, harmless, meaningless details of my day.