Ok, so yesterday I posted [link] as a general "Me being a total bitch and laughing at other people's expense". Shortly after, a friend reminded me that a rather nasty cold front was supposed to come through town in just a few hours. There was talk of ice and snow, but I wasn't all that worried.

I turned on my tv and sure enough, every local weather station was screaming their heads off, "HOLY SHIT ICE IS FALLING FROM THE SKY!". Once again, I was not worried. However, I did call my mom and ask her if I should move my car up the hill into the safety of a parking garage (even though I risk getting a ticket because I don't have a permit.) but she said she didn't think I needed to and that was that.

So a few hours passed, the wind picked up and my roommate reported to me that it was starting to get colder outside. Sometime after dinner I was at my computer and saw lightning outside my window. "Ah, there's the front" I thought to myself. Again, I did not worry.

But then, at around 8:30 or so, I heard a noise. A noise that after living in this god-forsaken little college town for four years, I have learned to immediately freak the hell out upon hearing it.

Hail. (There wasn't any of THAT in the forecast! Damn you Weather Channel!)

Now, the hail that fell wasn't particularly large. It was barely the size of a grain of rice. However, two years ago this town was hit by a freak hail storm that ended up literally demolishing an entire half of the outdoor outlet mall. Many cars were reduced to nothing but twisted scrap and broken glass and I was not about to let that happen to my car.

A normal, rational person would've had the forethought to at least put on pants before running out into a freezing tempest, but since I was distracted by images of my car being turned to scrap, I ran outside in my skirt with nothing more than a light jacket and an umbrella. And god did I regret it.

Luckily the hail paused long enough for me to run outside, drive my car up the hill, and walk all the way back. It started up again about an hour or two later and as far as I know continued into the night. Because when I went to sleep a little past midnight, it was still hailing.

So, the moral of the story is you shouldn't make fun of other people's meteorological misfortune's, because God will lob a chunk of hail in your direction.