i went to visit my parents this weekend, which consists of about 100 miles on the interstate. i called my dad when i was leaving to let him know i was running late but was on my way. he has this horrible habit of calling midway through my trip to see where i am, despite the fact that he knows exactly where i am.
about an hour after i called him, i heard my phone ringing and saw that it was him. i got annoyed because i thought he was calling to check where i am and see when i'll be home, but i'm about an hour closer than i was when i spoke to him before. however, he called to tell me it's storming where he is, so to be careful. it had just started to sprinkle, but it was barely anything -- not even enough to need windshield wipers. as i flip my phone shut, it starts pouring. this is mostly annoying because i'm hungry and hate having to go slow on the interstate but whatever.
a few minutes after that, i see balls of ice bouncing off my windshield. it's fucking hailing! in the wise words of frisboy, i was fucked in the last millennia, so i'm safe in this one. maybe some higher being heard dwight the night before when he said that there were too many people on this earth and we needed a new plague. amen.
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