… program to bring news of severe thunderstorms and possible tornadoes in …. Sterling.
Hmmm. I’m in Sterling.
If the tornado should strike go to the basement …..
Hmmm I don’t see a basement here.
…. and put a bag on your head and cover yourself with blankets.
Yes, I can do that. I hide in the shower, draped in bed linen.
But 20 minutes later, I emerge from my anti-tornado cocoon in the shower stall. I must eat. I cycled 105 miles today on 2 apples, a banana, 2 cups of coffee, some OJ, 2 blueberry pancakes, a slice of pizza, two Fig Newtons, a Twix and a bottle of Sprite and 4.5 litres of water. I know that sounds like a lot of food but it’s nowhere near enough for 10 hours of slogging into a head wind.
I ask the man hanging out in the motel car park
Is it OK to go out?
The police have been by to say the storm is coming this way.
I’m starved. I must eat but …
Are you scared? he asks.
I dunno, should I be ? I’ve never been in a tornado before.
Oh don’t worry I’ll keep you safe.
I scuttle off thinking it’s probably safer in the restaurant with the wind whipping round my ears than this parking lot.
I overhear some ladies in the restaurant …
Oh look at the white cloud … maybe it’ll touch down …
I dive under the table but continue munching on my tacos.
Haggis is whipped up by the storm and deposited in Kansas with Dorothy and Toto.
Please note: this post contains some mild exaggeration
