It’s storming. Thunder, lightning, wind, rain, the whole enchilada.
So, of course, my pedantic coworker says, “It’s not storming yet. It’s not supposed to start for another couple of hours.” Well, gee, someone should tell Mr. Storm that. So then pedantic coworker says, “But the radar isn’t showing anything.” Look out the window, you giant ass! It’s storming! Duh.
And then, a couple of minutes later, he says, “Oh. The radar image I was looking at was from two hours ago.”
Jesus wept.
red paper boat 