My friend, who we'll call Flinstone, drives me crazy. Twice in the last month I've call him and asked what he as doing. His response? Out driving around in a van chasing tornadoes. Last weekend as we were talking he seriously asked the driver if he could see at all through the storm they were in the middle of. I had to hang up. It was too stressful for me. Boys!
Anyway, it got me to thinking about one of the tornado warnings that happened when I was in college at Oklahoma State. Somehow, I managed to make it through 3 years of living in Oklahoma without ever being in a serious tornado. This is probably why I can write a blog that is on the lighter side of the tornado issue.
One night, College Roomie were at our apartment when the tornado sirens went off. Although we really are both pretty calm, cool and collected most of the time, we went into freakout mode. We had no idea what one was supposed to do when there was a tornado. So, we did the only thing that made sense. We called one of the Animal House boys, our dear friend, Trailerpark Bryan.
See, Trailerpark Bryan (and yes, that's what we call him in real life, not just on the blog) is from Oklahoma. He also knows pretty much everything about everything. He was the kind of guy who could help you program a tv, fix a car window, repair any appliance you could think of....you get the picture. Anyway, Trailerpark Bryan tells us that the best thing to do is to get a matress and put it in the bathtub. If the tornado hit, we could get in the tub under the matress.
College roomie and I spring into action. We discover a slight problem. Our queen size matresses will not fit into the bathroom. So, being the resourseful ladies we are, we get all of the couch cushions and haul them into the tub instead. Then we decide that we should probably be sure we could both fit, in case this actually came to fruition. So here we are, both sitting in the bathtub, covered in couch cushions, preparing for the worst.
Well, once we decide that the dress rehearsal was sufficiently complete, we went outside to see what was going on. Now, growing up, I'd seen several tornadoes forming in the skies over my house before, but I'd never been in a situation where one was actually touching down. It's eerie.....the sky is sort of green and it's really quiet. While out in the street with the tornado sirens blaring, we decided that snapping a picture of the event was necessary.
As you might guess, the tornado did not hit our little apartment at Casa Mia that night. As I recall it ended up going south of town. We chalked this up to experience--we learned three great lessons. First, our matresses would not fit into the bathtub, although both of us and the couch cushions would. Second, Trailerpark Bryan really does know everything. And third, there is always time for a one-armed self portrait.
5 comments:
The lessons learned cracked me up! Good stuff Tiffany.
Yea, I have to admit, that was my favorite part of the blog! :)
Oh, I like that Trailerpark Bryan!
I have no doubt that Anonymous is my mother. :)
I did not mean to post an Anonymous, but I can't figure out how to comment with my name. I was not Anonymous on that other blog topic! Only on Trailerpark Bryan.
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