I went home early last night because I had no work and I was tired of all the noise. The noise on the radio about the government shut down, the glitches in the healthcare website and who we, “the American People,” should blame. Then, I stopped at the diner for coffee and biscuit (jalapeno). The big noise there was about the “storm” weakening out in the gulf.
I told my server, “I was hopin’ for a category one.”
“You wanted a hurricane?”
“Just enough wind, rain, thunder and lightening to knock out the grid for a day or two.”
She gave me a big eyed look and said, “Why?”
“Just want some quiet. And, last time we had a hurricane here, the three days after, there wasn’t so much as a frog croak at night.”
I pulled into my drive way, got out of the car and walked into my house. I kept the lights off and scooted along the hallway wall to my room. I fell on my bed and closed my eyes. I thought about taking off my shoes but I didn’t want to move. I was dozin’ off when the my refrigerator’s ice maker kicked into high gear.
I opened my eyes, looked to the ceiling, and asked, “Where’d I put those ear plugs?”