Saturday, February 18, 2006
The Weather Channel Girl Strikes Again
On Friday, I got an email from a fellow investigator on our team in Denver. The EMail was entitled "Br-r-r-r" and consisted solely of a screen shot of the Weather Channel page for Denver that day. It listed the current temperature, which was something like 13 degrees or some shit, but also had the fine print caveat below that number:
Feels like 3 degrees.
I replied with the page from my home town, which said "63 degrees," and:
Feels like 63 degrees.
I also included an extra dig, telling him we had a cold snap problems of our own. I actually had to wear my sweater on the golf course that morning until after 8:00AM. Decorum dictates that I not publish his response. It did include, however, the most current page for Denver:
Three degrees. Feels like -11 degrees.
Wayners and Janners were here at the time, and we all had a good laugh at Colorado's expense. They headed back to Big D this morning to close on their house, pack up all their stuff, and move back out here for good next week. Of course, since this was a trip to the Valley of the Sun, they didn't bring a jacket or even a sweater with them. That turned out to be a decision that carried with it an uncomfortable and foreseeable (though unforeseen)consequence. No, they didn't need a jacket while here. But it turns out Dallas was cold enough this morning to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. Their weather page must have said:
23 degrees. Feels like a welldigger's ass.
Must have been a chilly wait for the ol' shuttle at DFW. Not to worry, though. They'll soon be settled into their new home down at Ocotillo. Then all they have to contend with is my annoying ass, not the welldigger's.
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Feels like 3 degrees.
I replied with the page from my home town, which said "63 degrees," and:
Feels like 63 degrees.
I also included an extra dig, telling him we had a cold snap problems of our own. I actually had to wear my sweater on the golf course that morning until after 8:00AM. Decorum dictates that I not publish his response. It did include, however, the most current page for Denver:
Three degrees. Feels like -11 degrees.
Wayners and Janners were here at the time, and we all had a good laugh at Colorado's expense. They headed back to Big D this morning to close on their house, pack up all their stuff, and move back out here for good next week. Of course, since this was a trip to the Valley of the Sun, they didn't bring a jacket or even a sweater with them. That turned out to be a decision that carried with it an uncomfortable and foreseeable (though unforeseen)consequence. No, they didn't need a jacket while here. But it turns out Dallas was cold enough this morning to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. Their weather page must have said:
23 degrees. Feels like a welldigger's ass.
Must have been a chilly wait for the ol' shuttle at DFW. Not to worry, though. They'll soon be settled into their new home down at Ocotillo. Then all they have to contend with is my annoying ass, not the welldigger's.
