Stage II (and a half)

Hey! You!
Yeah, you.The snooty bitch in the grocery store parking lot. You know how you wrinkled up your nose as you walked past my (admittedly) extremely filthy car?

Every now and again, I use the spray stuff so I can see out the back window.

 

 

Yeah. Want to share a little something with you. You know, in case you’ve forgotten about it.

Nary a drop to drink.

How severe *is* the drought?   I am gonna go with pretty goddamn severe.  I am not sure if that is the, you know, official title or whatever for drought conditions. But, I feel that it accurately portrays at least a bit of the bleakness that many people in Texas are feeling right now.  People like these guys:

 

Notice the date? This has been going on awhile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who are watching their livelihoods dry up and blow away.

I realize that I might be overreacting a bit to your turned-up nose and moue of disgust. On the other hand, I don’t care. I have a sneaking suspicion that your car is shiny-clean and that your Chem-lawn is still a brilliant emerald. And if they are, you can shove my grungy car and burnt-up lawn up where the sun don’t shine.