Last week in Cedar Falls, IA (the place I'm at right now) there was a huge storm that apparently was as destructive as a tornado, but there was no tornado involved. There were trees and shit strewn everywhere (quite a scene especially when you see the shit in the trees) and there was widespread general fuck-uping of houses and property.
At my grandfather's neighborhood there was quite a bit of this going on. One neighbor had a garage get thrown off it's foundation and now it's like the leaning tower of Pisa only... less cultured. Another neighbor of his had a tree smash through their roof and presumably into their bedroom.
Then, there's my grandpa's place. not a fucking scratch. So, when I went over to his place to check on him (I was out of town all weekend camping) I found out that he was without power for just under 3 days. I asked him how he was and I quote.
Him - "It was Horrible, just horrible."
This Guy - "Really, are you okay? Is the house fine?"
Him - No, it was the worst thing ever. I didn't shave for days."
This Guy - "Wait, what?"
That's right, he wasn't so worried about widespread devastation or anything like that. He was pissed that he couldn't shave
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