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June 02, 2004-5:35 a.m. Last night, in the middle of a severe storm system, my phone rang. It was Larry calling to ask me this question in all earnest: "If I'm sitting on the back of my truck, am I grounded by my tires, despite the fact that I'm surrounded with metal?" "There's a ton of lightning out here and I want to make sure I'm grounded." *Sa laughs until she cries* "You need to put that damned cigarette out and go in the house." "Okay, I'm off the truck now and I'm crouched on my porch, just as close as I can get to the house and I've got my garden hose under me so I'm standing on rubber. I should be okay, right?" *more uproarious laughter from Sa* "Get your ass in the house!" **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
