September 07, 2004
IMAGES FROM THE STORM
Had a few photos from Hurricane Frances I was unable to upload until now.
Jessica had never heard of the Talking Heads or Elvis Costello. For those sins, we pummelled her with "My Aim Is True" and "Burning Down The House." Oh, and she had to tote the Krispy Kremes.
Suffice to say, she is a changed woman now.
South Beach Nightmare No. 407: An entirely all-carbohydrate diet.
Did someone think we were working in Calcutta? Who needs this much Germ-X?
Ahhhh, the sweet smell of an open drug store during the storm.
Note to Lay's: Love your chips, hate your dip.
Nasty and harmful, these cinnamon roll sheets with drippy icing had no manners and screamed my name whenever I passed their aisle. I did not succumb to their siren song.
Oh, thank heaven. Unfortunately, their banner was irreparably damaged. How will this store go on?!?!?
It was a cruel joke for Apu to put the healthy eats next to the Big Eats.
Anyone wanna eat a Bomb?
The Haagen Dazs took a catostrophic blow from the assault by nervous addicts.
Doughnuts took a hit, too. I bet they were real fresh, too. At least as fresh as the meat torpedoes on the rolling hot dog conveyor.
Back at work, the wind started to pick up.
I think they were expecting a few trees to be blown down.
I'm sure he's a lovely man and tops in his profession, but I have a hard time taking comfort in a hurricane projection delivered by someone who resembles a funeral director.
Perfect day to fly a kite.
I only noticed this stipulation after I had tried to fly the damn thing.
The Vipir 9000 News Kite, ready for its maiden voyage aloft.
It's flying alright...
...almost into the Hillsborough River. (That's me chasing the Vipir 9000 News Kite.)
Posted by Jeff at September 7, 2004 08:21 PM