So windy a few days ago at my employed grocery store that some stray carts (not in the corrals) roll across the parking lot. Shoppers, please put the carts completely in the corrals and nestle them in one another to prevent such mishaps! If I’m lugging a rack back to the lobby, I can’t stop in time to to stop the rogue one from hitting another person’s car!
I work at a hotel, which is no smoking on the inside, so we have little spots around the outside of the building so the smokers can still get their fix without causing problems on the inside of the building. For these spots we obviously have these medium-sized buckets with black covers over them for the smokers to dispose of their cigarette butts in. These aren’t super heavy, but they aren’t especially light either, being filled with some sand as well as additional rocks on the bottom so to weigh them down further. As such, you’d think they wouldn’t just be getting moved around willy-nilly.
But one day, I noticed one of them was missing. Figuring there must be a reason then, I asked my boss about it, to which he replied “Well, you remember that big windstorm we had a little while back? Yeah, it got blown away in that.”
Think about that for a second. That bucket, weighed down with sand, at least one additional rock, and who knew what else might’ve been inside of it at the time…still wasn’t weighed down enough that the wind wasn’t able to pick it up and hurl it far enough away that we couldn’t find it again.
Even more telling though was my nonchalant response to all of this: “Oh okay, that makes sense.”
Clearly, I am no stranger to winds such as this. :P
I had a very hardy cat who would go walking with me in all kinds of weather. One day the wind was gusting above 30 mph. He was OK while we were walking into the wind but on the other side of the block, the wind was blowing his fur backward. He tried dodging from lee of bush to lee of car tire but finally he gave a loud “MEOOOOWWW”, which I took to mean, “This isn’t fun anymore.”
He started to cut through the block to go home but turned back to make sure I knew what he was doing. I told him to go ahead. He was waiting on the fence when I got back home. Sure miss that cat.
Templo S.U.D. over 2 years ago
So windy a few days ago at my employed grocery store that some stray carts (not in the corrals) roll across the parking lot. Shoppers, please put the carts completely in the corrals and nestle them in one another to prevent such mishaps! If I’m lugging a rack back to the lobby, I can’t stop in time to to stop the rogue one from hitting another person’s car!
scyphi26 over 2 years ago
I can relate, and to give you a good idea why…
I work at a hotel, which is no smoking on the inside, so we have little spots around the outside of the building so the smokers can still get their fix without causing problems on the inside of the building. For these spots we obviously have these medium-sized buckets with black covers over them for the smokers to dispose of their cigarette butts in. These aren’t super heavy, but they aren’t especially light either, being filled with some sand as well as additional rocks on the bottom so to weigh them down further. As such, you’d think they wouldn’t just be getting moved around willy-nilly.
But one day, I noticed one of them was missing. Figuring there must be a reason then, I asked my boss about it, to which he replied “Well, you remember that big windstorm we had a little while back? Yeah, it got blown away in that.”
Think about that for a second. That bucket, weighed down with sand, at least one additional rock, and who knew what else might’ve been inside of it at the time…still wasn’t weighed down enough that the wind wasn’t able to pick it up and hurl it far enough away that we couldn’t find it again.
Even more telling though was my nonchalant response to all of this: “Oh okay, that makes sense.”
Clearly, I am no stranger to winds such as this. :P
mistercatworks over 2 years ago
I had a very hardy cat who would go walking with me in all kinds of weather. One day the wind was gusting above 30 mph. He was OK while we were walking into the wind but on the other side of the block, the wind was blowing his fur backward. He tried dodging from lee of bush to lee of car tire but finally he gave a loud “MEOOOOWWW”, which I took to mean, “This isn’t fun anymore.”
He started to cut through the block to go home but turned back to make sure I knew what he was doing. I told him to go ahead. He was waiting on the fence when I got back home. Sure miss that cat.