Hurricane Schmuricane

Thor: My prescription runs out today. Being a responsible sort, I called the pharmacy's automated system and asked for a refill a couple days ago. I've been to the HEB twice now to pick up my drugs, but I can't get to the pharmacy window. Heck, it takes 80 minutes to find a parking spot. Austin is 3 or 4 hours from the coast (when traffic is normal) and by the time Rita gets here, she'll be only a thin shadow of her former self. But let's not let a simple bit of common sense stand in the way of a good panic. The check-out lines run clear back to the meat department, and a bunch of cheaters are using the pharmacy cash register to buy non-drugs.

I'm pretty sure most Americans deeply resents those self-centered buttheads who act as if they're more important than the rest of us. I mean those people who choose an action from the category of "Things to do, which, if everyone did them, it'd cause a huge mess", and then proceed to commit that action. It's one thing to pay for a bottle of conditioner while you're paying for your pills, but quite another to ease your shopping cart over to that register and tie up the pharmacist (at the expense of, say, me) with scanning and bagging your groceries. Twit.

And a good panic brings twits out of the woodwork. In this case, they're buying cartloads of bottled water and Sprite. (Don't ask me why it's Sprite, I've just noticed that every cart has a couple cases of Sprite.) So I can't get my drugs, and I ran out today. I suppose I'll have to go stand in the infinite line of twits this evening until I'm successful. Of course, without my drugs, I tend toward violence, which, in this situation, is just what the doctor ordered. A'm checking yoo ouut, yoo mooron.

Tyr: In the worst case scenerio, we might have some high winds, which might break off some branches, which might disrupt our power, which might disrupt our water supply. Since we are homebrewers, we have kegs and kegs of emergency back up beer. So there's really no need for water or Sprite. And if we get really hungry, well, I've been pretty pissed at the dog lately.

I tried Sprite once. It has a strange non-alcoholic twang to it that I really didn't like. "Rita" is short for "Marguarita", after all, so I reckon I know how I'll celebrate the latest hurricane.

In summary: We sure wish we knew how to brew gasoline.