Oh yeah, it totally CAN work. It’s definitely better than just standing in the middle of a random room of the house and very seriously asking Jesus if he can intervene on your behalf, with this already-in-progress wind event.
It’s just that, ya know, nobody ever knows how many times people were in their bathtubs, following that procedure, but they were in one of the houses where it’s like “WELP, THE WHOLE STRUCTURE WAS GONE, ALL THE WAY TO A CLEAN SLAB OF CONCRETE.”
Maybe those people were totally inside their bathtub, and they rode that motherfucker all the way to Oz.
And, once again, just for clarification: I still plan on doing that shit, if I have to. Last spring, we had a big thunderstorm pass super-duper close to my actual subdivision, and I got to the point where I was sitting on the toilet, watching the weather map on my phone, totally ready to move into the tub.
That must have been wild. And yeah, I’m sure being in a bathtub helps someone feel a little better, but at the end of the day it would e terrifying for good reason.
Yeah, it’s more than a little stressful, when the crazy shit gets close to you. I’ve had maybe ten or twelve of those events in my time, where the “if there’s a tornado, it will be SOMEWHERE IN HERE” red zone on the map is whipping right across my actual address, and the civil defense sirens start blasting outside the window.
If other natural disasters were like that, it would be even more fucking crazy, though. For example, if earthquake warnings worked the way tornado warnings work, absolutely NOBODY could handle that shit. Like, if there was a quake warning map with the potential earthquake zones weirdly sliding around on the local news, until the fault finally goes off somewhere.
Exactly. I mean, I’m sure that’s creepy, also. Like, especially if you wake up, check your phone, and realize you’ve slept through a minor one. Like “huh, I guess I technically could have woken up right as I was being squished into paste by my neighbor’s chimney.”
Oh yeah, it totally CAN work. It’s definitely better than just standing in the middle of a random room of the house and very seriously asking Jesus if he can intervene on your behalf, with this already-in-progress wind event.
It’s just that, ya know, nobody ever knows how many times people were in their bathtubs, following that procedure, but they were in one of the houses where it’s like “WELP, THE WHOLE STRUCTURE WAS GONE, ALL THE WAY TO A CLEAN SLAB OF CONCRETE.”
Maybe those people were totally inside their bathtub, and they rode that motherfucker all the way to Oz.
And, once again, just for clarification: I still plan on doing that shit, if I have to. Last spring, we had a big thunderstorm pass super-duper close to my actual subdivision, and I got to the point where I was sitting on the toilet, watching the weather map on my phone, totally ready to move into the tub.
That must have been wild. And yeah, I’m sure being in a bathtub helps someone feel a little better, but at the end of the day it would e terrifying for good reason.
Yeah, it’s more than a little stressful, when the crazy shit gets close to you. I’ve had maybe ten or twelve of those events in my time, where the “if there’s a tornado, it will be SOMEWHERE IN HERE” red zone on the map is whipping right across my actual address, and the civil defense sirens start blasting outside the window.
If other natural disasters were like that, it would be even more fucking crazy, though. For example, if earthquake warnings worked the way tornado warnings work, absolutely NOBODY could handle that shit. Like, if there was a quake warning map with the potential earthquake zones weirdly sliding around on the local news, until the fault finally goes off somewhere.
That’s wild, I honestly can’t imagine. They do have earthquake warnings, but I think they’re just phone alerts just before the quake actually hits.
Exactly. I mean, I’m sure that’s creepy, also. Like, especially if you wake up, check your phone, and realize you’ve slept through a minor one. Like “huh, I guess I technically could have woken up right as I was being squished into paste by my neighbor’s chimney.”