No Flying Cows




PG was minding his own business when the phone rang. Uzi wants to go see an IMAX movie about tornadoes. PG was underwhelmed, but wound up going anyway.
Getting to the facility at five minutes before showtime, the only seats left were on the second row. This means leaning your neck back to see the action at the top of the screen. There was a helpful announcement to the effect that, if you felt dizzy to close your eyes and look down.
The movie was about a team of scientists who chase tornadoes, so they can study them. There was an armored vehicle, that is designed to dig into the path of a tornado and take movies. The vehicle was parked outside, with the keys in the ignition. The sign said “Do not follow during adverse weather”.
Getting the device into the path of a tornado takes perseverance and *luck*. At about the point in the movie where you expect a climax, the tank does get to film a tornado. As fate would have it, it was in a field, and about all you saw was waving vegetation. There were no flying cows.
When the movie was over it was dinner time. PG drove towards Dickhater (spell check suggestion: Dishwater). There is a lively restaurant row behind the courthouse, but PG was not in an adventurous mood. Twenty five years ago, he ate at The King and I, and bit into one of those little peppers. The experience scarred him. They wound up at the Piccadilly cafeteria on Church Street.




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