We stopped at a convenince store this afternoon in Hopkinsville, Ky when a portly old lady in a portly old Oldsmobile stopped her car, rolled down the window, peered at the Qualcom bubble atop our van and said "Are you'll storm chasers?" I replied "Yes we are and we're tracking a big one!"
She tore out of the lot and we laughed like we were possessed.
She tore out of the lot and we laughed like we were possessed.
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