Well the hour is almost upon us, the storm is cycling and spinning through the Florida Straits churning in the warm ocean water gradually gaining strength to unleash is awesome power upon our insignificant south Florida population. I am a God fearing man; I do not go against Mother Nature. My boss however, could give two shits about the storm; he lives in a self sustained compound with enough propane to level half of Boca Raton and generators that can cool his 10,000 square foot castle for weeks. So we work, and work, he feels "the storm is not going to hit us", these are the words he spoke of these past two hurricane seasons. Our office was closed for just under two weeks each year due to hurricanes, "not hitting us". Last year, he went to Orlando, while the plebeians stayed and fought tooth and nail on FEMA lines and in gas station lines when someone would enter the wrong way and try to cut the 1/2 mile long line. Ah, it is good to own the multi-million dollar company.
I will be heading to Boca Raton with my cooler in tow about 6ish, they tell us Ernesto is going to make landfall between 8 and 10 pm, except they do not know where. Tropical Storms & Hurricanes tend to be like the cable company, they will be here between the hours of "x" and "y", and then they call you and reschedule.
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