An iron curtin of hail, high winds, rain, and hatred swept across the Southeastern states early this morning.
My bed is right next to the sliding doors leading out to my porch in my college apartment complex. I looked outside when the wind started making the threatening “wooh wooh here comes some tornado-like wish-you-were-dead winds!”
I watched as I saw the wind pick up two porch chairs we had and launched them into the sky.
Only to come crashing down on someones car windshield.
Five seconds later.
I live on the third floor.
Moral: I lessthanthree physics.