Mostly True Memoirs
The tornado sirens were going off.
We had plenty of warning.
This storm was predicted.
We had blankets and pillows.
A leash for the dog.
Extra cables and batteries for the phones.
An ax and a crowbar in case we need to claw our way out.
I even made a point to wear shoes and socks instead of flip flops.
In case of rubble.
But there was one thing that I hadn’t prepared for.
My socks were the kind that sagged under my feet with every step.
This is going to seriously impede any kind of rescue effort.
I don’t know which is worse – sock bumps or tornadoes.
At any rate, the storm passed over us without incident.
My first plan of action was to change my socks.
Now I’m ready for the next round of tornado sirens.