Gee, I'm not going anywhere...do I seem like
such a sissy, a weenie...scared of my own shadow...dives under the bed during
lightning storms.....NNNNOOOO!!!!!!! (extreme head shakes right to left, right
to left with very skeptical expression).
With friends like you...anyone can disagree with
my opinion, but you're still stuck with me.
By the way, I know I really do live in the
country now. I wish I could develop a little accent...maybe like I was
from Kentucky or North Carolina. Today on the way home from Inspector
Gadget, there was a big storm. There was a cop on the street directing
everyone to the left...I wanted to go straight on. I stopped to try to
talk to him; I still don't know all the side streets around here that well.
He said where did I want to go, and as I was
starting to tell him, lightning hit a telephone wire up on a pole, not six feet
away. He made one or two violent motions for me to turn to the left as he
was running like heck to get in his car. I screamed
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH....raised my hands from the steering wheel while I was
screaming several times in a kind of up and down motion, and then went
left. (There was no danger, thank God, of anything falling on anybody,
although there was kind of an explosion and a lot of sparks.) The power
was out for about six hours.