Wind Smakk
Apparently whoever coined Chicago as The Windy City never lived in
Dallas. The constant 20-30 mile per hour wind shears make normal
activities so entertaining like when the Bunny & I take a nice little
boat ride out at the lake and it looks like a scene from The Deadliest
Catch with waves crashing over the bow and the Bunny's egg looking like
a bobblehead toy on speed. Or take just a few minutes ago when I stop to
fill up the car with gas and run it through a quick car wash before
heading out to a client meeting. Basically things went uneventful as
normal right up until I grabbed for my receipt from the pump and a giant
gust threw it up in the air. So I go running after it and start bobbing
and weaving through the parking lot in my full suit looking like Rocky
trying to catch the greased chicken. When I finally snag the damn thing,
I'm huffing and puffing more than the wind itself. Well I guess will
count that as today's exercise...