“Hurrah!” I thought as I pedaled up the ramp at about 4:15 headed for home, “NWS was wrong about the storms.”
“Splendid!” I thought, pedaling along up 5th and 6th street in DC, “All of those lightning strikes up ahead will be wonderful for recharging my flux capacitor.”
“Yikes”* I thought, realizing I don’t have a flux capacitor and have been feeling very mortal of late.
“Darn”** I thought, looking desperately for something under which to hide from the looming armageddon.
“What joy!” I thought, finding the Michigan Avenue underpass by Children’s Hospital under which to take refuge.
“I’m glad you’re home safe”*** said my wife, as I rolled in almost an hour late.
*Not, in fact, the precise word that formed when I saw I was about to die
**Appropriately edited for a family-friendly forum
***I didn’t know my Bride could, in fact, swear like a sailor