the story of hurricane
There's a hurricane headed our way.
Perhaps you've heard.
Actually, by, "our way," I mean that I fully expect tomorrow to be mostly gorgeous with a little wind. At most, maybe we'll get an inch of rain and some gusts. But we're apparently no longer within the elusive "cone of uncertainty" that the forecasters all keep talking about, so no one is panicking.
Nope, the main issue with the hurricane is that our city is now full of people from Galveston, Houston, and other idyllic places along the shoreline. And while I'm certainly glad that we can provide them hotel rooms and shelters that have no beds, there's just one tiny issue.
These people drive like they're from Houston.
Seriously. I stopped to get gas this morning before the prices go any higher and there was a guy from Houston with an SUV so big he blocked two pumps. And MoPac was a mess. At 10:30am. These out-of-towners don't seem to understand that the middle lane isn't the slow lane, and that the 65mph speed limit is considered as the spirit of the law rather than the letter of the law by the vast majority of Austin drivers.
I realize that this is petty and trivial, especially when SURFSIDE BEACH IS GOING UNDER WATER and people will lose their homes and businesses. Not to mention that gas prices are about to go up. Ours are up 6-7 cents in the past few days and you'd better believe they'll go higher what with all the drilling platforms and refineries being shut down. I'm really glad that we're going to be safe and not take a direct hit like Galveston is going to get.