New Yorkers are notoriously tough. We don’t take any crap and we certainly don’t take well to listening to instructions. In the past twenty-four hours, the major news outlets have been showing NYC smack in the middle of Hurricane Irene’s path. These are all computers projections, obviously, based on algorithms I could not being to understand.
You see the problem with these news reports is that the storm could change course at any moment. Other than one hurricane-turned-tropical storm in 1991, NYC has been spared many many times. Sure we get some apocalyptic rain and high for NYC winds when there is a storm down south, but New Yorkers don’t do 100 mile per hour winds. We just don’t. We (well, some of us) live in high-rise buildings with lots of glass and elevators and all that good stuff. I’m not interested to see how those two things mix with a hurricane.
My building just sent out a guide to preparing for the storm, including making sure you have the essentials (flashlight, batteries, food, etc). They want us to prepare for the worst case scenario. Right now I can’t begin to do that. Irene is relaxing down the Bahamas at the moment and I just can’t bring myself to run out and buy batteries just yet.
So here’s to hoping Irene decided to take a lengthy jaunt in the Atlantic for the next few days. Doesn’t she know New Yorkers just survived an earthquake. I mean, come one.