602 Choke Back The Tears.
Lots of bad weather around today. Anyone who saw my tweets would know that I spent a little time in the basement waiting them out. It wasn’t ever a big deal to go down there before, but some kind of mold is growing there now that I’m very allergic to, so if I spend even a few moments there I start having trouble breathing. So it’s kind of a no win situation. Get killed by high winds, or slowly suffocate. Allergy medicine takes the edge off, but doesn’t fix it. Still, labored breathing is easier to fix than a 2 x 4 through the skull, so I takes my chances with he mold.
There’s a lot of places in the Midwest where apartments and stuff have no storm shelters. I think that’s dumb because wind is about the only thing that can kill you out there. I have no idea why a state like Kansas, where they are very concerned about not teaching evolution in schools, hasn’t legislated mandatory shelters for all structures. It seems like their priorities are a bit skewed. Which is not to say that Kansas is the only state with skewed priorities. I just happened to have lived their long enough to appreciate the fine, aged, taste of their particular brand of stupidity.
I worked at a store where their policy, in the event of a tornado, was to lock the doors and have everyone stand in the receiving room. The building was made of tin and cinder blocks, so a tornado would rip through it with little effort. I think the policy was a plan to keep the corpses all in one place for easier identification. I don’t know what it costs to dig a shelter, but apparently it’s more than a human life is worth.
