I am, of course, that person who makes inappropriate, flip comments in stressful situations.
Friday afternoon, I was sitting in my great glass elevator of a lab, and saw that there was a line of storms approaching the Greater Cincinnati area. Since I live south of the city, I couldn't decide if I should try to beat the storm home, or wait for the building to collapse around me:
So I hit the road, and managed to make it almost home, when the weather guys started saying that tornados had touched the ground, oh, about 10 mile southwest of my neighborhood. So I did a little praying, admired the lovely hail and odd shaped black things that were falling from the sky, prayed a little more, and finally made it home.
The power went out, the storm passed, and we went outside to commisserate with our neighbors about how annoying it is that every time the wind blows, the power goes out, yada yada, wah wah wah. I mean, we had to read our kindles by candlelight! And the networks were so overloaded that our 3G smart phones took forevvvvvvver to load email! I am still trying to catch up with my Words With Friends games.
Finally, the power came back on, and I turned on the news, and immediately felt a little bit guilty for whining about a three-hour lack of electricity.
Because our neighbors, 8 miles to the south, got wiped off the map.
Three people near us died, but you've all heard about how many other people in Kentucky, Ohio and Indiana lost their lives, and everything else.
So, hey...if you are so inclined, I'm sure the Red Cross would appreciate a donation. You can skip the expensive sports car you were going to send me for my birthday tomorrow.