Hahahaahah!
HAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAH!
That was the standard response from Texans to my concerned re-telling of the tornado story. "Oh the tornado horns go off all the time. But, people rarely die from a tornado. If things get really bad you just go get in a ditch." WHAT?!?!?!? Jesus-h-christ. Get in a ditch? Hell no, I would have certainly died from a concussion from the golf ball-sized hail raining down. Happens all the time? The hell you say! I have five dollars that says any time a gd tornado actually passes over you, you should mind the air raid sirens. "Hahahahahahha! Welcome to Texas!" Rubbish, go to hell. Both the Uhaul and the car are so beat to hell that they both actually resembled golf balls. I took the next day off and hid out in Dumas. I have driven through the worst snow storms, and I even had to maneuver through a tornado or five as I drove through Indiana once. Nothing, nothing in the whole world is as nerve-racking as a Texas spring storm. I do not care how few people die in these things (tornados), they are horrible.
I am just glad Austin is far enough south to avoid that nasty business. A whole separate weather phenomena was waiting for me down there.
I did discover why people pray so hard down here. It seems God has seen fit to throw these horrible storms right down through the bible belt. I suppose rather than move, they have opted for praying and a delusional belief that tornados are "no big deal."
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