Saturday I watched two episodes of Seconds From Disaster in an effort to tidy the TiVo. One episode documented a tornado that chewed up the Midwest in '74.
Usually I'm ready for tornadoes. After this episode I am on the block and poised for the firing gun. Bring it! I know what to do, what to look for, where to run.
(I was surprised to find I was wrong about one thing. I've always heard you crack the windows so the indoor/outdoor difference in air pressure doesn't explode your house. Come to find out no, that just puts you right next to the window, aka soon to be shattered flying glass.)
So, as I say, armed with that information I am soooooo ready for a tornado. Today I woke up to a National Weather Service Thunderstorm Warning.
When the thunder started in the afternoon, I bounced over to our department's fifth-floor windows. There was a lid of clouds, perfectly still except for one patch that was headed north, right next to another patch headed south. "Rotation!" I squeed to no one in particular.
I took a few steps to Kelley's cube. "Rotation!" I told her.
"Huh?" she answered. Anne's head popped over the cube wall.
"Rotation?" Anne asked with excitement.
Then we all flew to the window, but the rotation was gone. Instead there were just sheets of rain. That tornado sensed I was ready for it, damnit. I wanna tornado! Just an F1 or F2, nothing that would even flip a trailer, just something that will test my tornado skills.