We’re in the middle of another weather crisis, here in the deep south.
But that’s not my pet peeve.
Don’t you hate it when someone sends a well-meaning text to all of her friends, you among them, and then everyone else replies “To All?”
This friend sent a text to all of us regarding the impending doom (a possible tornado) with more alarm than a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin’ chairs.
“I don’t need this,” I thought, “I’ve had the darn TV on all day, watching every new blip of the radar. I am more than informed.”
But then, someone replied to all.
As in everyone.
Soon, my phone blew up.
“Great. I’m already out. Should I come home?”
“It’s basement time!”
“I have basement envy. But I did just go and buy some good beer!”
“Good. Bring it over!”
(Two cute little beer mugs show up on my screen.)
(Then a smiley face.)
“Hahaha. No! Get your @$$ over to MY place!”
“Don’t worry y’all. I’ll text necessary updates!”
(Me. At home. Screaming NOOOOOOO!)
“I’m debating whether to continue driving to the store or jump in my downstairs bath. What to do?”
“Jill, the rain is just going to get heavier. Get home and turn on the TV!”
“Anyone for beer?”
And now that the threat has passed…..
“Hey, Susan. I wanna see Joey’s pic from the school play yesterday. I know you have a pic!”
Are you kidding me? Yep. My knickers are in a knot. I don’t care who has beer, who is out shopping, who wants to jump in the bath or how cute your kid was in the school play. I want my phone left free for important messages from my husband stuck at work during this “killer” storm and my daughter, navigating alone miles away but also in its path.
Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit.
The rain was a real frogwash, but no tornadoes.
I’m not complainin’ but I don’t need my friends jumpin’ the weather-man-wolf-calling-bandwagon either.
I’m just busier than a cat covering crap on a marble floor.
I don’t have time for this.