I was just in the grocery store picking up a dollop of vanilla ice cream to plop on top of the kick-ass peach and cherry cobbler I’ll be having tonight, and I made a comment about Dennis to the checker. She replied, “Dennis, what do you mean?â€? I said, “You know, the hurricane.â€? She said, “What hurricane?â€?
What the fuck is going on with that? I wonder how many people live under that shelter?
Sad! I’ll bet she’d have a hard time pinpointing London on a map.
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Oh, it gets worse than that! I was staying near Destin last week. The guy staying next door noticed me packing up on Friday.
“Headed out because of the storm?” he asked.
“Yes, so much for that extra day…you?”
“I’m here until Sunday,” he answered, “That’s when I fly out.”
“Oh?” I ask. “Where ya flyin’ out of?”
“Pensacola,” he says.
“Uh, no you’re not,” says me with a laugh. “Go watch the weather channel.”
He sits up from his reclining mellow, “Really? Ya think it’ll get canceled? What channel?”
Unbelievable!