Oh, Fay (are we really on F already?). You reminded me of what it is to be a Floridian during hurricane season. Why did I think my trip down to Tampa to see the Jaguars play would be safe? How could I possibly thought that planning far ahead was a good idea for a trip down south during hurricane season? These last two years have lulled me into a false sense of security. However, I have lived here all my life. I have no excuse.
Don’t get me wrong, hurricanes don’t scare me. They actually excite me. You know those crazy looking people who go down to the beaches when the hurricane is about to make land? That is me. Or it would be me if Jacksonville didn’t scare off hurricanes. We just get lots of rain, waves and days off from school. Hurricane paaaaaaarty, guys!
The local news media is going nuts. You can almost feel how excited they are to not be talking about murders in the ghetto. They are out in full force at gas stations, Wal*Marts, grocrey stores. Look at all these people going crazy buying up batteries and water! Last night the local news interviewed a woman who had Jacksonville all over her who said, “We prepare for the best… the best and hope for the best” I liked the pause that she took to think about if she got the phrase right. She didn’t. Why does the news media interview people like that? I think it is just a giant troll on the entire city.
I guess I wouldn’t really care about this storm in a typical situation. In fact, since I am subcontracted to work for the city, my work got cancelled (paaaaaarty)! However, the idea of tromping around Tampa in little left overs of Fay is not exciting. Especially when my tickets to Busch Gardens and the Jaguars/Tampa preseason game are already paid for. Oh yes, please! Please, sky! Open up on me and drench me as I watch a preseason game! Please! I would absolutely love you to do that! Wait. No. I don’t want that at all.