Probably a Bad Sign
I hate this stuff. And don't think I miss the obvious: This is about the Hansens. Palm Beach County didn't get hit for 25 years, the we move here, and we're in the EYE of the hurricane three times in the span of a year.
The Weather Channel people are all atwitter, which means we're about to get blasted again. It's back to the "Here's your local forecast on the 8's..." thing with the light jazz, while they show a satellite image of buzz-sawing monster storm bearing down on your life. Scooby-do-be-dop-do, you're doing to die, do-do-bop-doo-scooby-bop... all that again.
Then, a new game kicks in post-hurricane. It's called "Where's My Ice?" and it's played by everyone over 60, who is suddenly, incomprehensibly, in an immediate panic about ice. Last year, it was 65 degrees, and people were complaining about FEMA within two hours. Where's my ice? Gripey-long lines formed at FEMA stations the next day, people honking, complaining, waiting to get ice -- right next to the calm grocery store lots, where ice was 79 cents a bag.
It's certainly a comment on the ubiquity of the Weather Channel down here that we used to say "We're now in the cone of probability, a Hurricane Watch has been issued for South Florida." Now, we just say, "Crap: Jim's getting his head shined up."