Living on the Gulf Coast
One of the ways people deal with hardship is through humor.
Mostly Cajun
posts this email he received:
You know you live on the Gulf Coast when:
(I’m laughing! Really! This’un’s from an e-mail from K Cooper)
You have FEMA’s number on your speed dialer.
You have more than 300 C and D batteries in your kitchen drawer.
Your pantry contains more than 20 cans of Spaghetti Os. (Or even better, Chef Boy-Ar-Dee Ravioli)
You are thinking of repainting your house to match the plywood covering your windows.
When describing your house to a prospective buyer, you say it has three bedrooms, two baths and one safe hallway.(And it’s higher than the 100-year flood plain!)
Your SSN isn’t a secret, it’s written in Sharpie on your arms.
You are on a first-name basis with the cashier at Home Depot.
You are delighted to pay $3 for a gallon of regular unleaded.
The road leading to your house has been declared a No-Wake Zone.
You decide that your patio furniture looks better on the bottom of the pool.
You own more than three large coolers.
A bunch more on his website. Good stuff!
Posted by DaveH at October 1, 2005 11:03 PM