this morning #1033.

this morning, the wind whipped the rain around outside of the store, pelted against the front windows. so far today, we hadn’t had a single customer walk through the door. no one wants to be outside right now. there’s too much weather going on. i settled in behind the counter & pried open my book. almost had enough time to get lost in the calm world of words when a soaking-wet man burst in, stomped his feet, shook off the excess water, shouted across the store to me. “ooh wee. it’s the final storm of god out there! you’ve got the right idea by staying in here, pal. do NOT go out there.” i shut my book. wondered what was so pressing that he couldn’t have waited for the storm to pass himself.